I'm grown up now (?)

My earliest childhood memory is when I was about 2-3 years old. I remember playing with my toy, an airplane (duh!), in my neighbours house when I accidently tripped and fell on my chin which started to bleed. My neighbour not knowing what to do, clutched my chin in his shirt and rushed to the nearby hospital. I got stitches on my chin and was discharged immediately.

When I reached home, I looked at myself in the mirror and seeing the white bandage under my chin squeaked, "Look mom, I've grown a beard; I am a sardarji !"

My chin still has the stitch marks and looking at it makes me wonder: would I act as nonchalent now if I got hurt; how would I react? hmmm...