Let me tell you. During that time just about everything we did that was not good for us was going to cause polio. From drinking out of the hose to touching and playing with pollywogs everything caused it. When they gave us a shot or a sugar cube to guarantee we could drink from the hose it was damn memorable.
I wore my scar with pride and would show off my upper arm to any and all.
Half the boys in the neighborhood would ride their bikes behind the truck as it sprayed.