When I was a kid, probably around the age of 6 or 7, I was afraid to wear shorts. I would wear pants everyday even on warm days. Except Sunday of course.
But anyways, I was afraid to wear shorts. Why you ask? Well, that's what my dad finally asked me after weeks of me wearing pants. My answer was I was worried about falling and getting my knees all bunged up. According to me, nobody else ever had bunged up knees.
My fear of shorts may have come from a field trip. My class walked over to a garden in a backyard somewhere. I don't remember much about the trip other than all the bees (I hate bees), and slipping off the curb and skinning my knee. I was embarrassed to tell the teacher, so I didn't get a band-aid. A couple of people pointed my bleeding knee out to me. Ha ha! As if I didn't know.
Later that day, I tried to sit next to my friend in music class. She she took one look at bleeding, half scabbed-over knee, squirmed around squeeling, "Ew! Look at your knee!" She refused to sit next to me and ran away (To her credit, it was pretty disgusting. Since I hadn't put a band-aid, my knee had gotten pretty nasty). I walked over to my teacher and told him that my friend wouldn't sit next to me. He asked me why and I said, "because of this," as I raised my injured knee. He got me a band-aid and all was well.
Eventually, my dad convinced me that there are lots of people who fall and have skinned up knees. I specifically remember him telling me that if we lined up a bunch of the students at my school and checked all their knees, a lot of them would have bunged up knees. And I imagined a bunch of kids lined up with skinned knees.
My knees are covered in scars from getting bunged up as a kid.
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