Jeff-o-matic
Smashed nail
I was 18 months old when I somehow released the catch on the steel "hatchway door" that led from our basement to our backyard, sending it slamming down on my left index finger.
My memory of that moment is surprisingly clear - I can hear the sound of the slam and my own voice screaming, then I can see my mother rounding the corner of the house like a freight train... and then my memory is blank for the next 2 years.
Smashed nail
I was 18 months old when I somehow released the catch on the steel "hatchway door" that led from our basement to our backyard, sending it slamming down on my left index finger.
My memory of that moment is surprisingly clear - I can hear the sound of the slam and my own voice screaming, then I can see my mother rounding the corner of the house like a freight train... and then my memory is blank for the next 2 years.