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Thursday, July 1, 2010

My Story: Second Grade

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During second grade, I became quite talented on the rainbow bars. You know.. the ones that arch like a rainbow. I could walk across the entire arch stepping from bar to bar; even over other kids who were sitting on the bars. One day, I misjudged and slipped. I came crashing down and my chin hit one of the bars.

I started bleeding profusely and screaming at the top of my lungs. One of the teachers on duty rushed over and started leading me to the nurse.When I cried out, she immediately shushed me. I was furious...here I was in pain and this teacher has no heart!

Thankfully, my teeth were all in tact, but I never walked across those rainbow bars again.

Later that year, I was swinging on the monkey bars and felt something funny on my hand. I discovered a flap of skin and immediately pulled it off. I was not expecting the rush of pain that followed!

Apparently it was a blister the size of my palm. My entire hand had to be bandaged to prevent infection and that day in art, we were tearing paper to make collages. I couldn't even bend my hand, but my teacher still made me tear my own papers...I don't think I had ever disliked art time before, but there's always a first for everything.

Even though my brother is autistic, and I had to take the role as oldest sibling, I remember recess time, where I looked up to him as my big brother. I was painfully shy and couldn't even sit on swings next to a kid I didn't know. My brother would be my hero because he didn't care who he sat next to as long as I was on one side. I don't know what we talked about, or if we even talked for that matter, but we would swing, side by side, just him and me.


  1. I audibly cried out in pain when I read "flap of skin." I sure miss the ability to have fun on monkey bars.

  2. My daughter has now mastered the monkey bars, and she is starting to get little red marks on the palms of her hands. Fortunately, she hasn't had any blisters yet! Eeoww...your story makes me shiver!

  3. Oh man do I remember the blisters! I had plenty of those myself from the bars at gymnastics and the monkey bars. OUCH!

  4. Oh the blood, that is a gusher area.

    Ugh. I had my share of blisters too.

    Special that he was still you "big" brother in certain areas.

  5. Eeowch! This made my stomach roll! I'm glad you had your brother there to help you through those shy moments.

  6. Hi Judy! I'm finally catching up with my reading. It took me years & years to have the courage to climb up to the top of monkey bars and stuff like that. Boo to mean teachers. Yea for sweet brothers!