Konig
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You were Königâs 3 year old kid.
He was swinging you on a swing-set in the park and you didnât think about anything besides the enthusiasm and your plan to let go of the chains on the swing.
Before he could stop you, you leaped off of the swing and onto the bare concrete in front of you, busting your lip.
A couple minutes later, you were sleeping in his arms with a bandaid on your lip when your mom came in the door and took notice of your current state.
âLittle one got hurtâŠâ