"When I was a little girl, in kindergarten, my dad had just come home from deer hunting. I almost saw him die right in front of me...
He was a bow hunter and used those sharp broad head arrows...you know, the ones like razors. Somehow, when he was putting away his equipment, he caught his inner bicep on one of those arrows--it sliced right into his artery. You know how your heart beats? ba-boom ba-boom?
I remember a white freezer and a white refrigerator in the kitchen and the linoleum floor. As his heart beat, the blood splattered everything white with red drops as huge as silver dollars.
He grabbed a dishtowel, screaming at my mom. She didn't know how to drive a stick shift. I remember cowering down in the back while he yelled at her what to do and her panic and the vehicle chugging and finally getting to the hospital. When the door was opened on the passenger side, blood ran into the parking lot...."
I explained safety procedures on how to hold/use/cut and stay seated with an Exacto knife-- and the dangers of those Razor edges....and how NOT to hold your hand widespread on paper as you slide your blade down through it ................................................................................... ..................Whereupon.......I promptly cut my hand!
(That Travelall...I drove to highschool in that as a freshman!)
