Set You as Seal/Grandpa's Stitches
When I was eight years old I went on vacation with my aunt and grandparents to Mississippi to visit family. One day I was taking a walk with my aunt and I tripped on the sidewalk and fell. I busted my thigh open pretty badly. Instantly I was screaming and crying and completely going crazy. My aunt got me back to my great aunt and uncle's house and my grandpa started trying to look at the cut. It was a pretty bad wound and really needed stitches. But I wouldn't hear of that. I was hollering and carrying on something fierce. The blood was scaring me. My thigh was hurting really bad. I was terrified of needles so the prospect of being "stitched up" was not a soothing idea in the moment. I was fighting everyone and telling them all I would not go to the hospital. No amount of pleading or convincing was going to change my mind. And considering I was in a house full of elderly people, no one there was physically capable of picking me up and forcing me to go. My gra...