• Harvey656@lemmy.world
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    4 days ago

    Sounds like a real good time honestly. Socks it ended in a broken bone, but that’s kids I suppose.

    Mines a bad memory, my mother thought I was faking it and ignored me, my dad had to take me to the doctor two days later when it was his turn for custody. My mom was called many a bad names that day lol.

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      4 days ago

      Holy crap, two days with a broken bone? Mine was very visibly broken - wobbly with a U shape in the middle. I’m glad I didn’t have to endure that for two days; I’m sorry you did.

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        3 days ago

        It was going on 30 years ago for me, it’s nothing but a memory now. Though, did teach me not to trust my mom which has helped me through life sadly. There’s always a lesson to learn from everything. Such as don’t pretend to sleep on cisterns.

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          3 days ago

          Same for the first - perhaps our breakages were in a similar timeframe.

          Re: the last, this is wisdom you should be sure to pass on to others.