The most hurtful experience of my life by Chiaki K.

The worst experience of my life is when I cut my finger. In the third grade, my older sister in the fifth grade had a knife to use for arts and crafts class. On a Saturday, she showed it to me and then I began to play with it because I had hardly ever looked at a knife and I was interested in it. Its name was “Safe”, so I thought that the knife was safe. After a while, My hand slipped and unfortunately I cut the middle finger of my left hand. The cut was deeper than I had expected, so the blood ran copiously and my beige pants became dirty with blood. When my mother came home, she was angry at me because I played with a knife despite it being so dangerous to do that. In the evening, I was taken to the hospital by my parents. Before we arrived at the hospital, I was crying in the car because I was afraid of the hospital. While The doctor disinfected my cut with Isodine lotion, I cried too because of the pain. The next day, I was absent from school just to be on the safe side. The school lunch of that day was a rare dish, Sankaku Pizza (Triangle Pizza) and I couldn’t eat it, of course. Surprisingly, Sankaku Pizza was never served again in the school lunch until the day I graduated from the junior high school. So I’m very regretful even now. For a while after that day, I had to disinfect with Isodine lotion and I cried every time. As a result of this experience, I came to dislike to use a knife such as cutters or knives for cooking. In addition, I came to be more careful when I use a knife because I learned that knives are dangerous. This is the most hurtful experience of my life.