This is for Lauren’s Throwback Thursday, which this week is about “ouchies, owies, and boo boos,” in other words, memories about getting sick or hurt growing up. Thanks to Astrid, whose post led me to this prompt, and whose blog is really interesting, too! 🙂 I am also linking to Brian’s prompt because I think this title is sufficiently attention-getting (especially considering that I’m not good at making up titles).
For minor cuts and scrapes, my mom would kiss them to help them feel “all better.” She would also check for a fever by kissing our foreheads (I have 2 brothers, so that’s why I am using the word “our”). Nowadays. my mom has chronic knee pain, so sometimes I offer to kiss it in order to help it feel better. 🙂 If only it actually helped…
When I was a child, I wasn’t particularly sickly but had several surgeries in order to fix a lazy eye (2 surgeries at around 2 and 7 years old) and to fix my feet (one when I was 16 and others when I was younger than that). Unfortunately, the one at 16 did nothing except give me an awesome scar, i.e., “battle wound.”
My favorite story about a childhood injury is: When I was 2 or 3 years old, there was a full-length mirror at the top of my family’s second-floor staircase. I tripped and broke my arm on that mirror — and I didn’t even cry until the next day! My mom also likes to tell that story, and she once told me, “You’ll be good at having babies.” Hahaha! Thanks, Mom!
kissing the wounds
I like these elephants. 🙂