St. Patrick’s Day Memories
Or, close enough.
About 20 years ago, I was in my front yard and happened upon a four-leaf clover. In my excitement, I immediately ran to show my mom. Halfway to her location in the backyard I felt a pain, looked down, and discovered half a roofing nail protruding from my foot.
My mom wrapped the foot in gauze and off we went to Children’s Hospital. I sat on the floor waiting for my turn (stoically I might add – in my recollection of these events I was exceedingly calm and brave beyond my years).
The next thing I know, some brat is barreling toward me in one of those red Little Tikes cars and completely clobbers my foot which still contains the business end of a nail.
I’m bringing the PAIN!
Image used under Creative Commons from found_drama.
The point to this post? In my world, four-Leaf clovers don’t bring you good luck. They bring you tetanus shots.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
