My First Trip to the Hosptial

I remember I was in Las Vegas with my mom and my dad.  I was pretty young, probably around 5 or 6 years old.  For some reason, my parents and I went outside our hotel room at around midnight and we were going to the car for something.  The sprinklers outside of the hotel were on, and my dad and I were racing through the car, running through the wet grass.  All I remember is running into a pole, falling over, and then feeling a sharp pain in my eye.

I don't remember much, although I remember driving to the hospital and sitting in the waiting room.  I had gotten a sharp rock stuck right under my eye.  They had to remove it, but I don't think I had to get any stitches.  The main thing I remember about that trip is that I got a grape popsicle and I was really happy because grape was my favorite flavor.

What's the moral of this experience I had in my life?  Don't run through sprinklers in the middle of the night, trying to beat your dad to the car.