Scariest thing that ever happened to me..

I was seven years old and only a lowly second grader about to experience something that would drastically change the next few months of my life. Like any other weekend night I prepared to cook dinner with my father. My favorite meal of pasta and spinach was sizzling on the stove next to me when I began stirring our homemade sauce. Standing on a little stool I sang along as the music in the background played. A few seconds later all time seemed to stand still as the pan I was stirring slowly tilted off the stove. Little by little it approached my body. In a split second decision my left hand moved forward. The pan hit my hand and all time sped up. Seconds later I was covered in sauce and lying on the floor. My hand hurt like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life. My body shook as I felt a burning sensation on my legs as well. Seconds later I was undressed and covered in bags filled with ice. My mother was on the phone in the distance and my dad sat pouring water on my hand. Then I was in the car, terrified and hurting. We dropped my sister off at my friend Sally's house while I made an appearance at the ER. As we entered the doors slide open. The woman at the front desk asked our emergency and I pulled the bag of ice off my hand to reveal a blister, which was about the size of a quarter, and high off my hand forming where the pan had hit. She sent me back to a room where they set up a drip so there was constantly water on my hand. The diagnosis: second and third degree burns on the inside of my left hand with spotty first-degree burns on my legs and stomach.
Hours later I excited the ER with a huge bandage of gauze on my hand and wearing scrubs from the hospital. For the next few weeks I soaked my hand three times a day in bleach while my mother changed my bandage. My blister in the end was about half an inch off my hand and from the bottom of my pinkie finger to the palm of my hand. A week after my ER adventure I reported to my daily trip for whirlpool treatment at Saint Johns hospital. For three months I went in and listened to my mother read while my hand was in the whirlpool. All together I missed about four months of school but in the end very worth it since I have no physical evidence on my hand of the experience.