Sunday, August 13, 2006

Scarred for Life

I'm about four-years old, and I'm sitting in the waiting room of the pediatrician with my mom. The room is crowded, and I'm nervous about sitting next to someone I don't know. My mom is encouraging me to go ahead and sit down. "Come on, they won't bite," she tells me.

It never even occurred to me that someone might bite me.

I panic.

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