I was 6 years old and my parents were divorced so every weekend I would go spend time with my father and his girlfriend and her kids. You would think that her being the girlfriend and the kids being nothing to me I would not like them but I actually loved spending time with them we all got along. The oldest of my father’s girlfriend’s children Jennifer and I were around the same age, and we are both girls so I really enjoyed playing with her. We both liked to play cooks this is why my dad and his girlfriend bought us a play oven and food so that we could play cooks as long as we pleased.  We loved this oven we would literally play all day and we would even make everyone try our fake foods. Even though we loved this oven it didn’t take long for us to grow tired of our fake kitchen and want to actually make real food. So that’s exactly what we did we went into the kitchen and decided we were going to make real food because we were so good at doing it in our fake one. I remember we grabbed all kinds of fruits we had oranges, apples, pears, kiwis, strawberries, and blueberries. We also had potatoes and tomatoes. I have no idea what we were planning on doing or making but we were ready to get started. We sat there looking at our ingredients thinking of what to do next. I looked around the kitchen and saw the sink and that’s when it popped in my head that we had to wash everything just like her mom did when she cooked. So there we went we pushed a chair up to the sink brought over all of our fruits and things and started to wash all of our ingredients. We went as far as washing them with soap. Once we had everything washed and rinsed we once again were stuck with no idea what to do next. This is when we realized the real kitchen was not as easy as our fake one, but Jennifer would not give up this is when she decided that we needed to cut up everything and put it in a bowl. Me always agreeing with her decided that she was right. We both got our knife and began to cut everything horribly and throw it into the big glass bowl that we sat on the kitchen table. I grabbed a potato and started to cut into it but it was not as easy to get my knife through as everything else was. I pushed the knife as hard as I could and I got through some of the potato and also some of my finger. I quickly threw the knife and potato and grabbed my finger. I could feel the burn from all the juices that I had on my hands getting into my cut. I ran to my dad’s bedroom crying and screaming that I could see my bone while showing him my cut. He ran me to the restroom and put my hand under some running water all while asking me how in the world did I cut my finger. I had to explain to him me and Jennifer’s plan to cook and what happened with the knife, but he didn’t understand a word I said because I was sobbing. So he just told me that it’s all ok and my finger would feel better if I went for a swim so he took me to the pool and sat me down. Till this day I still have the scar from that cut.