Deep River CT, 1989: I was walking with my great aunt and mother from my great aunt's house to the supermarket. It was dark, and my great aunt's house is on a hill. Her street wasn't paved at the time (Deep River is a tiny, sleepy town in rural CT) so it was gravel-y and slippery. Inevitably, I slipped on the gravel and injured my knee. It didn't seem serious at the time, but it was dark and I couldn't actually see it. We arrived at the supermarket, where one of the cashiers freaked out the second I walked in the door.
My left leg was covered in blood from the knee down. She whisked me into the back of the store, barking orders the whole way. "Get me some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and band-aids NOW!" She cleaned my wound for me and bandaged me up. I thought that was so sweet.
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