
Adventurous, Daring, Courageous, Smart. Those are just a couple of adjectives that would describe a movie hero that never suffered any real injuries. If I had to describe myself with a couple of those descriptive terms, I would use. Unlucky, Dumb,Accident-Prone, Stupid or is that the same as Dumb. Anywho. As a kid, I always found myself in the stickiest of situations, which always ended in some type of trauma. But luckily enough, if any of these series of unfortunate events happen at Gramma's House (r.i.p), our Paw Paw(r.i.p) had the fixer upper of all fixer uppers. CAMPHO PHENIQUE. No matter the ailment, our Paw Paw's response was,"Put that campho phenique on it." I don't know if it was will power, pure science or black magic, but most of the time it would work.Man that stuff was amazing, until one hot summer day in SHINEY.
So one day being the unlucky kid that I was, i found myself getting into some type of mischief around gramma's house. Just your normal stuff, kicking cans, stealing plums off the tree,eating syrup sandwiches and what not. Then I decided it was time to go on a bike ride. After searching forever to find one, the only bike on the Girton Manor, was on flat and with out pedals. I didn't allow that discourage me, because I was going to ride it anyway. So as I pedalled and trudged through what was an all gravel drive way, it was close to impossible to get anywhere. THEN...........my foot slips off the metal protruding post where the pedal should be and it goes directly into my cave muscle. That post left a large hole in my leg about the size of cookie which also expose some bone as well. Did I know what to do, HELL NO!!!!! So I just walked inside and found good ole Gus T. Siles. He took one look at the massive wound and said one thing. Yep that's what he said, while i'm think, "Paw Paw, what the hell is that going to do? I look like a fucked up biology experiment." He carefully wiped it and waited for a miracle. Nevertheless i was rushed to the hospital and received 10 stitches and left with a huge scar on my leg. Nice try Camph Phenique, maybe next time.
Ahh such a good memory. I was at the end of that drive way when you fell. Gramma told you not to ride the bike, pretty sure you still got whooped. ~!Antoine!~
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