Surviving childhood


My brother and sister both had me at the doctor for stitches. My brother jumped on the lid of a bricked storage compartment that we used for toys at my grandmother's house. The result was a split eyebrow and a visit to the doctor for stitches. My sister then bliksemed me using a spade. We were playing on the sand that was being used by my dad to build a new pool. Again a trip to the doctor, who happened to be the neighbouring farmer who lived in a mock castle and drove a Pontiac.


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