Yesterday I was playing outside and tripped and fell on ice. Andrea said “your nose is bleeding, you better go tell Mom.” Â We washed it good and put a bandaid on it. Â It reminded me a lot of when I was little.
It was late October and we were going on a walk. Â We don’t remember the exact story but I tripped and fell and skinned my knees. Â I got in the wagon and Mom hit me on the head with the wagon handle accidentally. Â The wagon fell in there somewhere too, getting my nose. (Oma might remember this story better than I do!)
Growing up, I almost always had a bandaid on. Â I would go to the mailbox and by the time I got back I would need a bandaid. Â Momma stopped giving “sympathy bandaids” to the other kidsÂ because I needed so many myself 🙂