When I was in elementary school, about once a year, a classmate would appear with a cast on either an arm or leg. Such a huge event! A broken arm! A broken leg! How did it happen? Did it hurt? Can I sign your cast? There were just enough of these injuries, for us to learn and forget the tricks of using a marker on uneven plaster.
Such a mysterious thing, these broken bones. Fairly certain, that my understanding of this mysterious and hidden injury, was that this injury might be similar (had they been around back then) to a Lego People snapping off a joint. No blood, no swollen, bruised tissue, just ... "snap". {paste, paste, paste}
Oh and then there was the inexplicable envy. Good grief! What kind of small barbarians were we? Or ... perhaps we were just normal. All that attention, with a class of curious faces turned to you, must've felt like the warmth from the sun. And all you had to do was fall out of a tree or ? ?
You first. Love, K
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