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		<title>Slice of Life</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephen R</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was about four years old I stepped on&#8230; something sharp&#8230; under the water at a lake in northern Wisconsin. Sliced my foot open right good. I screamed like a banshee until Mom or Dad (don&#8217;t quite remember) came and got me &#8212; I was only about ten feet from shore. I&#8217;m now 35 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was about four years old I stepped on&#8230; something sharp&#8230; under the water at a lake in northern Wisconsin.  Sliced my foot open right good.  I screamed like a banshee until Mom or Dad (don&#8217;t quite remember) came and got me &#8212; I was only about ten feet from shore.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m now 35 years old. I still vividly remember the pain.  I remember Mom (or Dad?) washing my foot off, hands soaked in red.  I remember the drive to the only hospital in the area, which was on an Indian reservation.</p>
<p>I remember getting the novocain shot (seemingly) directly into the gash that almost severed my pinkie toe, and I remember the feeling of the sewing needle going in and out as they put in the stitches.</p>
<p>And I remember not being scared.  Mom and Dad were right there.</p>
<p class="note">(Inspired by <a href="http://literalbarrage.org/blog/archives/2008/03/03/do-they-give-out-toddler-purple-hearts/">this post</a>.)</p>
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