My Battle Scar

Memories of daycare

By Katie Hodge

            I have a few memories of when I was little and most of them are from when I went to Discovery Place, which is a daycare in Jefferson City. I remember many things from my time there. I remember new Miss Robin bringing me a breakfast wrap from McDonalds every time she went. We called her new Miss Robin because there was already a Miss Robin there before she came, so we called her new Miss Robin and the other old Ms. Robin. I remember what Ms. Sharon told us every time we went on a field trip. She told us, “Don’t embarrass Ms. Sharon.” I also remember her telling us to take our “duty bite,” no matter what it was that we were eating. The thing I remember the most is the time I had to get stitches.

I was playing outside on the playground and my friends and I were jumping over this hole in the mulch. The mulch close to the building had been dug out for some reason and we decided that it would be a good idea to jump over it. Well, when it was my turn, I jumped over the hole. Not seeing the nail sticking out, I drug my hand along the wall and cut my palm. I remember screaming and crying while new Miss Robin held me and called my mom. I remember the blood running down my arm and that the room we were in was dark. I don’t really remember the ride to the hospital but I do remember having to get stitches. I really didn’t want to get stitches so I cried and screamed and thrashed around. The doctor’s couldn’t hold me down and stitch me up at the same time so my mom tried to hold me down. She couldn’t hold me down because she didn’t want to hurt me either so my dad had to do it. I don’t recall him holding me down or getting the stitches but I do remember him having peanut butter m&m’s in his pocket for me after the surgery. I still have a scar on my palm right under my thumb and I don’t think it will ever go away but that’s okay, I kind of like having a battle scar, my own version of one at least. My scar will always remind me of the battle between the nail sticking out of the wall vs. myself.