Shots

When I was five, my mom took me to an old church or school on Crest Street to get my kindergarten immunizations. I am sure Sara and Josh and maybe Jake were in tow as well. I was scared. When it was my turn, and with the panic rising, they took me into a classroom that was empty other than some desks and chairs. I started crying and as they began to give me instructions, I tried to make a break for it. At one point someone was chasing me around the room and I distinctly remember pushing or throwing a chair behind me trying to impede the progress of my pursuer. They caught me, several adults held me down while I screamed in hysterics. Then the nurse gave me the first shot . . . it didn't hurt, I was immediately embarrassed and I think I tried to explain myself. For some reason, that didn't go over well. I wanted to hide. I looked up at my mom and . . . well , let’s just say I didn't get the look of understanding I was hoping for. OOOOOO! She was so mad at me!

Gloria got her shots today and she was scared. I told her the story, as I have told the others. And just like the others, she calmed down quickly. Even a five year old knows lame when they hear it.