When I was younger I went to my other nans house to stay the weekend. On Saturday my papa told me to grab the butcher knife so he could cut something. I went into the kitchen and took the large butcher knife. I decided to play with it I chucked it around and started to test if it was sharp by running the knife along my hand. But I pushed down too hard and I cut my hand diagonally the blood was dripping down my hand I ran and said look there’s blood on my hand Nan.
Nan told me to wait in the kitchen until she gets a plaster for me.The blood was dripping on the kitchen floor. I told nan to hurry up she took for ever. After 10 minutes she finally came into the kitchen with my plaster she put it on straight away and put a bandage on my hand. The cat and dog licked the blood off the floor that dripped off my hand.