I’ve always been injury prone – put my baby arm up to an old running wringer-washer and was pulled through to my shoulder, Pappy had to take it apart to free me . . . and I fell out of my highchair, hit floor and couldn’t breath and Pappy beat my back to get me going again and I thought i was being punished for falling. Broke 1st bone in 2nd fight . . . country boy moved to city as 14 yr-old sophmore year younger than others cuz skipped grade and shy besides wasn’t popular, 1st fight I opened my mouth to talk him out of it just as he hit me smashing opened lips against teeth blood everywhere fight over . . . 2nd fight I hit kid right away in temple hard broke hand fight over . . . neither fight my idea, But my masterpiece was 9 yr-old me running jumping new concrete block foundation wall which turned right where I landed, pulled pants leg up and saw flesh parted all the way to the bone, bone unscathed, exposed bone glistening flourescent in the sun mesmerizing me, no blood, and I slowly touched my own bone while sitting in high Rocky Mountain dirt.
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