I was seven years old when it happened. If you was there with me you would have thought nothing can go wrong. It was a normal day as always. I woke up, brushed my teeth and ate my breakfast. As I took the bowl out the cupboard and poured the milk over my cereal, I was looking through the kitchen window at the garden. I was wondering what would lie ahead. After a couple of hours of watching my TV and playing my Nintendo DS lite. I asked my mum mum if I could go over to my next door neighbors house Otto. My mum agreed but only if I was back before dark. It was winter and it got dark very quickly. As I approached my friend Otto’s house, he saw me and waved. I smiled and gave a gesture with my arm, pointing at the door for him to open it. The thing about Otto and me was we both had Nintendo DS lites. We always used to swap games and try and finish them for each other. I swapped him football academy for Journey to the centre of the earth. We played each others games for about an hour and then got bored. His mum came and offered us some sandwiches. I said no. In the end we decided to go out into the garden. We were playing with a football. I headed the ball to Otto and he tried to volley it but kicked it into the neighbors garden. I climbed over and saw the orange ball waiting for me. I walked over to the ball and was about to bend down when I heard a voice. It was my neighbor Mrs. Susan. There was one thing that everyone hated about her…she hated children. She shouted at me. I grabbed the ball and threw it over the fence and ran. I jumped on the fence but as I jumped my foot caught the top of the wall. I dropped over the wall and saw black. Whilst I was out, a lot happened. Apparently I cracked my head on a big rock. My head opened in half. Otto ran and told his mum. My mum screamed with my sister and ran over to the garden. They called A&E immediately. The ambulance came very quickly. I’m not sure if my dad even knew about it. When I got to the hospital they had to stitch my head up. If you were to shave my head bald  you would see the line from where they stitched it. My mum cant even believe how I am still alive now.My dad and my mum think it was God who kept me alive. I have been into a lot of accidents and somehow i still turn out alive. That is my identity. That is why I am special.