approx. 6 years old: running from my brother who was throwing magnolia cones at me, tipped up a piece of sharp slate and slashed the top of my right foot. saw bone. many, many stitches.
second grade: carrying downstairs a basket of laundry piled well over my face, slipped on an angled step. broke left arm. thought the cast was pretty cool, though.
later in the second grade: caught chicken pox while visiting infected cousin in florida. spread it to and nearly shut down my elementary school. this was through no fault of mine, but i’m guessing i was still resented for it.
about 9: slipped in the bathtub, falling forward onto the broken water handle. a gash next to my armpit.
the ’94-’95 accident term:
- first: summer in brevard, NC- visited Sliding Rock, and slid on a rock. knocked out front tooth and half its neighbor.
- and then: pumpin’ out my new rollerblades! turnin’ a circle! fracturin’ my arm.
- really? there’s more?: we’re on our way to the beach, how ’bout a big gulp? slammed my middle finger in the car door. delayed the trip, upset my mom (“you always get hurt on vacation!!!”) and held my bag-wrapped hand in the air as i stood in the ocean.
12 years old: gathering pecans off the ground. bit by a poisonous spider. got a shot, 3 weeks of antibiotics and a permanent indentation above my left wrist.
april 2007: slipped up the stairs on a rainy night after work. broke big toe. required a cane for 6 weeks.
winter ’08: in ichinoseki, walking home from the grocery store. slipped on the ice, flinging my goods everywhere. many stares and no help. scraped knee, wounded pride.
more to come.
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