Mine is probably the same both physically and metaphorically!
Almost cut my finger off with my dad’s table saw when I was four. Ran through the house screaming and spurting blood everywhere.
I still remember my thought process: I was trying to see how close I could get my finger to the spinning blade without touching it. I don’t know what success was supposed to look like here.
Mine is probably the same both physically and metaphorically!
Almost cut my finger off with my dad’s table saw when I was four. Ran through the house screaming and spurting blood everywhere.
I still remember my thought process: I was trying to see how close I could get my finger to the spinning blade without touching it. I don’t know what success was supposed to look like here.