True or False

Story A

When I was younger, I was very mischievous. I remembered once, I jumped and jumped on my parent’s bed till I fell onto the floor and hit the edge of the floor. Blood was gushing out profusely that my parents had to call for an ambulance to send me to the hospital for stitching.  They said I kept crying that I refused to let the doctor stitch for me that they had to give me an anaesthetic injection.
I kept crying nonstop. After the stitching my hands were so itchy that I kept scratching my head. My parents were so worried that I would scratch until I peel open my stitches that they bought me a cute cap to wear. I was so amused and fantasized by the cap that I totally forgotten about the stitches.

Story B

When I was younger, I was very mischievous and naughty. My hands were like crap. Everything that is a thing and could be touched, I would touch and play with whatever the thing is. I even like ransacking drawers. Whenever I went to both my grandparents place, I would always open their drawers and ransacked it.
There was once I ransacked my grandma’s drawer and found something very interesting, hence I decided to take it out of the drawer and play with it. It was some kind of Chrystal thing. It was very shiny and bright and it looked so cool like some snow globe kind of thing.
I kept playing and playing with it till the thing happened to slipped off my hands and it dropped onto the floor. The Chrystal glasses splatter into pieces onto the ground.
My grandma was super angry and pissed as the Chrystal glass was something precious given to her while she was dating my grand dad. She complained to my mother and when I went home I had a very good canning session.