They say with age you get wiser, and through those years, you’ll learn from your mistakes. I guess I haven’t.
When I was seven, my parents were expanding the house. I should have known that construction and nails come hand in hand, but I was a kid; and it was summer. It was just 85 degrees, which is very good weather considering hot Texas summers.
Eager to do who knows what outside, I ran out of the house without my shoes on. I wasn’t much more than a few feet out the door when I felt something pierce the bottom of my right foot.
Instantly, I remembered what my parents told me time and time again. “Don’t go outside without your shoes on!”
As I lifted my leg, I saw blood dripping down. Oops, I thought. I knew my parents wouldn’t be so happy about this.
I hopped all the way inside, leaving behind a red trail. They found it funny seeing me hop around. Their happy expression soon faded, as their glance fell on my foot. My mom being a mom started to cry. Giving me a disapproving look, my dad took a look to see the damage I’d made.
The thing I should have learned from this is to never go out barefoot when nails could be nearby. Now, let’s flash forward two decades later.
Summer, 85 degrees, barefoot, water gun fight…nails…blood
Yes, I did it again! I managed to get stabbed by a nail on my right foot.
No one told me to run toward the guest house being constructed in the back of my parent’s house. No one told me to, but I just needed to get away so I could load up on some more water ammo.
I’m an adult now so it would look very ridiculous to see me hopping around. Instead, I just hold the pain in, as I try to walk as normal as possible.
So what do I reflect on today, then? Should I reflect on the things children do that they shouldn’t, or do I reflect on the fact that adults do the same things too?