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.