I was riding my bike from school when I fell off and landed on my knee.
I gashed it; blood flowed, if I look closely the scar remains.
No thought then of going to the doctor or the hospital.
My mother would wash it and apply a rough bandage. I sucked it up and waited for it to stop hurting so I could get back on my bike.
You’ll be all right tomorrow she’d say. I guess it was her hoping I would be ok and not need further attention.
How precious we have become with this current generation.