Why I Was Operated at 3
When I was three, I had to go for a little operation to get some stones removed. I think there were two spots: one at my abdomen and another along the middle of my spine. I remember being separated from my mom at the hospital when they wheeled me into the operating theatre. We were getting into the lift, and I can clearly recall the doors closing. Those glimpses are the only memories I have of that operation. They also gave me a small plushie and a Certificate of Bravery to applaud for my courage.