Falling Unconscious

When I was younger (not sure when; had to be before I was 13 because my parents were still together) I would often sit outside on our front swing and listen to music. Everyone would leave me alone and I would watch the cars drive by. Once I guess I swung a little too high, because the chain snapped and the swing broke. I hit my head, woke up, and it was dark outside. I enter my house and my dad is furious. “Where were you?! You were gone for like, 3 hours.” I look at the clock. It was 8:30 at night. I had only just gone out at 5 and was out for only a few minutes. I guess I must have actually hit my head and it knocked me out. But… If you were really that concerned, wouldn’t you have gone out to look for me? If this was the case, I was knocked out for 3 hours outside and no one went to look for me.

I recently told my mom all this and she just looked at me and said, “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize that had happened…”

My mom just recently got out of surgery for her leg to help her walk. I’ve been telling her about what’s going on, how I want to see a doctor, etc. She’s worried and wants to help, but until I get the money, there really is nothing I CAN do. She was worried about me driving home with my sister and nephew. “Are you going to be safe driving?”
I would never do anything to hurt them. My mom was reassured.

But it was just weird. I never knew I had blacked out until I really thought about it. I wonder if I have any head trauma from that.

Makes you wonder.