My dad gave me a blessing that my body would hold on until "proper" medical care was available, but the ambulance was not prepared with equipment for a child. I also had a ride on a helicopter to Primary Childrens. Once they got me to the hospital, my heart and breathing stopped and I was basically gone. An abusive babysitter (kid in the ward) made me drink rubbing alcohol to see if I'd act drunk. My parents were relieved the next morning when I woke up and asked for "boppa" (apple) juice.

I remember some of the non-coma parts, and it's still very real to this day. First memory.

Protect your kids, and don't leave them with a babysitter unless you know them and their family very well.