So, today I accomplished a childhood dream. I gave blood. I remember when I was little I wanted to donate my blood and help save lives. My dad was very supportive, but he said I'd have to wait until I was 18 and legal. Sadly disappointed, I have waited and watched for my opportunity. And today it came. Class was cancelled so I raced over to the blood drive, filled out the info, answered questions, and waited almost patiently. My turn arrived. Blood pressure taken, syringe inserted, blood draining, hand ball squeezing--and you know what happened? Two minutes (at the most) into my blood donation success I passed out. Next thing I knew they were calling me by the wrong name and I was wet. Apparently they splashed me with water to revive me. It's not like I remember. Anyways, unconsciousness was like a really deep nap. I did not want to wake up, it felt so good. So I got a red elastic bracelet for my generosity and special attention for my trauma. And I got to tell the story all day long. It was quite exciting.

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