Twice, actually. In second grade, I had just moved to a new school in a new state and was on the playground. I got kicked in the forehead with a soccer ball and had no idea where the nurse was so I had to be escorted by this mean girl. I ended up with a black eye and broken glasses in the nurse. I didn't actually cry until I went back to my classroom and was waiting for my mom to pick me up. And again in fifth grade, although I'm not going to talk about it. It was terrible.