When I was around 4 years old, I used to spend my days with my babysitter and her daughter. I don't remember much about that time, but I'll never forget this particular day.
I remember the mom calling my name a few times before she came outside. I don't remember her reaction or anything she said, I only remember telling myself to stay still, don't laugh, just pretend I'm already asleep. My thought process was that if she thought I was already sleeping, she'd leave me alone, go inside, and I'd continue playing.
The next thing I remember was lying on my back with strangers around me, whom I knew to be "ambulances" (my 4-year-old word for EMTs/Paramedics). At this point I was so afraid of how much trouble I'd be in if they knew the truth, so I had to keep up the ruse. I just concentrated on not moving or opening my eyes.
My next recollection was riding in the back of the ambulance. The EMT was about to give me a shot. This is when I "woke up". I told him not to give me the shot. He showed me a bandaid with scooby doo or mickey mouse or something on it. He asked if I wanted that bandaid, I said yes. He said I had to let him give me the shot then. I don't remember if I got the shot or not.
The last thing I remember was lying on the hospital bed with my mom sitting on the chair next to me, crying. The doctor came in and... said stuff. I really don't remember, but probably saying there was nothing wrong with me.
I put my parents through hell, just because I didn't want to take a nap. And what makes it worse, I did take a nap while lying in the hospital bed.