Because we weren't wussies.
We tumbled, wrecked, got up, went on.
We got scrapes, gashes, bruises. Went on. Showed it to mom at dinner.
Mom didn't freak--going to the doctor wasn't an option if you were breathing, speaking, and not massively bleeding.
Once I sustained a gash that I think would have qualified for stitches.
My pals were impressed, but mom was not. "Clean it up and put some bandaids on it."
We tumbled, wrecked, got up, went on.
We got scrapes, gashes, bruises. Went on. Showed it to mom at dinner.
Mom didn't freak--going to the doctor wasn't an option if you were breathing, speaking, and not massively bleeding.
Once I sustained a gash that I think would have qualified for stitches.
My pals were impressed, but mom was not. "Clean it up and put some bandaids on it."
