Occurrences of nostalgia about scabs and other bad endeavours of childhood
The day began typically, cutting the ankle region of my leg when shaving. This happens every time I venture down there. Most of the time I wear socks so people remain unaware of my hairy ankles. But every now and again I do give them some maintenance. I attend to their needs. Even so, I am usually so unenthusiastic about this that things go terribly wrong. Crouching in the shower is painful. I have always had a problem with bending – even in high school, every P.E lesson when we played hockey, I complained for the entire day because the bending down hurt my back. This never seemed to bother anyone else, maybe I was doing it wrong. Anyway, my shower is cramped and my body doesn’t move in the way the size of my shower requires it to, should you want to shave the bottom of your legs. It results in multiple cuts every time because of the careless kind of person I have grown up to be. I look kind of like I …