An accident
When I was younger, I used to go to Morocco every summer with my family to visit my father's part of it. There lived my grandparents, some of my aunts and also a few cousins in a city called Marrakech. We used to go by car every year and it usually takes from 14 to 20 hours to get there. Clearly, the trip needed to be prepared carefully because it was necessary to buy ferry tickets for us.
Once, when I was about two years old, we were preparing to go to Morocco. However, the morning before the trip, I suddenly had an accident when I was running against a squared column and I made an open wound on my lips. I don't remember anything about that accident, but my family was very shocked and worried because, eventually, I had to go to the emergency room in the hospital and there I had a little surgery on my lips to fix them.
At the end, we couldn't go the following there to Morocco and I still have a little scar under my lips; luckily, it was nothing too serious and everything remained just a scare.
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