Six year old’s can do some real silly things sometimes. I was no exception to this.
Based on how my traumatic bike riding story went down, I figured I’d share another embarrassing childhood story with you guys, because hey, I share my insecurities with you, why not share awkward tales from my past? Here’s a story of a six year old, a bead, and a late night hospital trip…
As I said at the beginning, six year old’s can do some really silly things… and this six year old believed she could do everything she saw on TV. There I was, playing with some beads and watching TV and I happened to see a magician pass something through one of his ears to the other… (You can see where this is going can’t you…) Me, being the little genius that I was thought this was the perfect opportunity to do the same, so I tilted my head, fed a bunch of beads into my ear, quickly realised they weren’t going to come out the other end, and so tipped them back out again… Except one little rascal decided he didn’t want to come out.
I tapped on my ear, shook my head violently, tried to dig it out the best that I could, but it was firmly wedged in my ear canal. After what felt like forever trying by myself, I figured it was about time to go and tell the parents what I’d done and face the consequences… After all, if I couldn’t get it out my parents would be able to, right? Wrong. They tried ointment, they tried a cotton bud and glue, they tried tweezers, but the bead didn’t want to budge, so next thing I knew I was in the car on the way to the hospital, because where else do you go to have a bead removed from your ear?
We sat in waiting rooms, consulted with nurses, I had my ear yanked and pulled at, and yet it was to no avail. There was only one option: having it surgically removed… I think (Give me a break, I was 6 years old). I was whisked off to a hospital bed, given anaesthetic and put under to sleep, and I eventually woke up with the bead out of my ear and in a jar, and a certificate awarding me for being such a brave girl. Could I tell you what actually happened to get it out of my ear? Not at all. Could I tell you what was on the TV in the hospital bed? Yes, the Tweenies. I, like any six year old, clearly had my priorities straight. But the point is, they got it out, and I got a certificate.
Is there a moral to this story? Could this be a cautionary tale? I guess… But do children really need to be told not to stick beads in their ears? There wasn’t a real point to me telling you this, I just thought you might enjoy reading one of the foolish antics from my childhood…
Hope you enjoyed this! Do you want more storytimes? I’ve done some weird things in life and I may even be happy to share some of them if you’re interested…
Lots of love,
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Hey, I'm Jasmine Burke. A girl in her twenties fresh out of Uni that's trying to write in any way that she can. I go under the branch of "lifestyle" but honestly, you can find pretty much anything on here.
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