I remember a cold morning at a particularly nasty first grade game of dodge ball on the asphalt playground when one kid got beamed square in the face. He just lay there, small puddle of blood beneath his face. All the kids were gathered around him. Nothing was said until one kid broke the silence and gave voice to what we were all thinking...”he’s dead.”
In a minute or two a teacher came out with tissue in her hand, cleaned off his face and wadded up some of the tissue and put it in his nose to stop the bleeding. “Bloody nose- easy to get, easy to get rid of” she said, and the kid was back in the game.
Simpler times.
Yep, those were the days. I mean those were really the good old days. Compared to the crap sandwich days the USA has now those were diamond studded and gold plated days.