Week #12 - Play Hard, Rest Hard
I use to be a very active and energetic kid when I was younger, and there was a park near our old house that I always begged my grandma to go to whenever I felt like going out and enjoying the weather. My brother and cousin would come along too, but we never had a plan on what we wanted to do, we were just excited to be outside and play. I don’t really remember what we enjoyed playing, but I know we were playing tag on that day. I don’t enjoy the feeling of being chased, so I have no idea why I decided to participate, but I guess it was fun nonetheless. That was until I begin running on this railing that surrounded the playground, and as a kid with very little balance, I took a nasty fall.
I scrapped my thigh against the concrete railing, and the wound was about as big as my hand right now. I remember how much the wound stung, and how my tears felt like they were neverending as my dad came to pick me up. Sitting behind the driver seat, I watched my grandma quickly run up to the car with some toothpaste. Honestly, I still to this day have no idea how toothpaste would’ve helped that wound in any way, but in the end, it healed just fine, but to this day, the scar from that day is still visible, although quite faded, I’ve learned to always play hard, but play safely.
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