Saturday, 13 September 2014

Memories frozen in time

This afternoon I accidentally banged the side of my head while in the bathroom, scrambling to get ready on time to meet a friend. As I pressed the block of ice to my temple, I couldn't help but smile. Not a masochistic smile, but a reminiscent one, as memories came flooding back from my childhood.
Accidentally bumping my head on tables, walls, doors, my brother's head...and ice had been the go-to remedy most of these times. Sometimes my mother would wrap a block of ice in a handkerchief or a rag with a five-cent coin inside and press it to my forehead. I think the coin was supposed to keep the bump flat. I chuckled at the memory. Then I remembered I was late!

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