Here goes.

I was three years old. I lived in the same city I do now -- College Station, except at that time my father was a grad student. We were shopping for groceries at Apple Tree. I was goofing around with the cart. Needless to say, the thing fell on me, along with all the groceries. I was hurt, and bleeding. My dad took some of the medicine there and applied it. I still have a scar from it on my hand, though. It looks somewhat like someone has permanently pinched my skin.

Yea, not the most exciting. Anyway, go!