The room was an obstacle course. Weave through the tables, go through the crowd of kids, dodge each teacher that came at you, make sure you don't drop the plastic cups. As I got my plastic cups situated in my arms, I readied myself for the course ahead. I had little time to make it to the end and play house before our parents came to pick us up from preschool. The pressure was on. "Ready, Set, Go!" I was off, around the tables, through the crowd of kids, dodged each teacher. I was almost there. It was a straightaway, only one thing stood in my way, the last table. Next thing I remember is in my car seat heading to the hospital. My mom offered me a Twinkie and I accepted. What had happened? I felt my forehead and stuck on my head was a bandage. We arrived at the Emergency Room at Mercy Medical. My mom scurried in before dad and I. My mom talked to the attending nurse and I was mesmerized by the rack of magazines. "Caitlin Connelly, Please follow me this way". The doctor was ugly to say the least, he had a terrible comb-over. The front only had one patch of over comb and then the back was all comb-over.  Am I really going to get stitched up by this plastic surgeon, who can't even fix his own hair? How the hell is he supposed to fix the gapping hole in my head?  "Lets get a look at this" his voice was irritating. Next thing I know, this freak show is ripping off the band-aid on my forehead. He conversed in conversation with my mom for a few minutes and next thing I know is I am being told to lie down, so he can stitch my forehead up. As I laid there, restrained by my so-called mother and father, the tears began to flow. Everyone has betrayed me. My own mother and father are putting me through this pain. There was only one person who hadn't betrayed me, my dog, Bentley. I screamed for Bentley, "BENTLEY". Thirty stitches later, I was fixed. As my mom thanked the doctor, my dad took me by the hand and started walking out the door, I slyly turned around and laid my eyes on the doctor, I stuck my tongue out.