When I was a toddler, I cracked open my forehead against a wall. I don't remember the incident, but my parents say I talked through the stitches like nobody's business. I still have the scar on my forehead, which is in the shape of lightning bolt.
Even worse, when I was in elementary school, my little brother fell out of his high chair, and broke his arm, just as my parents were about to get ice cream for us for desert. Tragically, I never got the ice cream, and I was so mad at him.