Friday, June 20, 2008

Childhood Flashback

I have hazy memory of a day when my sister and I were walking down the dirt street behind our house in Beulah. I wasn't in school yet, so I must have been around 4 or 5 Kay is 2 years older than I am.
I remember having fallen...seeing my white knee high socks red...my knees all red too.
I remember Kay trying to carry me home. She had her arm under my back and one hand under one leg. I also remember having her let me walk, as opposed to being dragged. She was the hero. I remember my Mom picking rocks out of my knees with tweezers. I was very brave. I enjoyed the pity. It was a terrible injury, and I had chicken skin on my knees until about 15 years ago from it. I also remember being more upset about seeing the blood and my white socks getting red.

5 comments:

Momstheword said...

Yeah, I remember that. You were upset about the socks getting red. You were both very brave.

Monday through Sunday said...

Brave little girls!

Ruthie said...

So sweet of your sister to try to carry you home. And you being so brave when the stones were removed. That's a great story.
Hugs.

Kay Day said...

We were only about two houses away. but it seemed awfully far. And you were dreadfully hurt. You wanted me to let you walk but I just didn't think you should.
I guess that I have never been squeamish about blood, huh?

Robin said...

Oh the memories...