At 8 years old I lost my pinky finger to a mini bike accident. It cut the tendons in the palm of my hand, as well as cutting off my pinky finger. I saw the blood pooling in my hand, and the bone sticking out of my skin where my finger was missing. I screamed loud as I could and ran for the house. Dad wrapped my hand in a towel and his wife drove us to the emergency room, which was some 8 miles away. They removed my damaged finger down to the first knuckle and repaired the cut tendons. I had to exercise my hand to get full use of it back. I didn't look at my hand until after the last cast was taken off, because I was scared to see it, it was that traumatizing.