I just happen to have one of those, but I'll save that story for later (wouldn't wanna crush the competition so quickly)
I was around nine years old when I stepped on some old candle holder thingy (basically a round dish with a sharp needle in the center for holding a candlestick) the needle went in pretty deep, but the adults of the house being absent, my medical team consisted of my siblings. After squealing in shock for several minutes while they panicked in unison around my reddening foot, I finally got tired of that, and, snapping at them like some medieval troll (or Cinderella's obnoxious sister in that slipper scene) I yanked the sucker out myself and spent the rest of the week in a state of contented smugness for that display of coolheaded bravery.![]()
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