Wednesday, August 10, 2011

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Illness & Injury

When I was five, I decided to play popcorn stand with my bicycle.  I upended it and spun the wheels and gleefully made up a song about making popcorn for the circus.

And then I put my middle finger in the spokes.

And had to go for stitches.

I cried all the way there, not because it hurt, but because we were in public and I had my towel-wrapped middle finger raised high in the air, flipping off everyone we passed, which I knew was Super Bad™.

1 comment:

  1. Lol, sorry for your discomfort but the trademarked Super Bad is awesome.