When I was little a trip to Grammy’s was the highlight of the season. I got to go Spring Break, Summer Break, Thanksgiving and Christmas. As I got older I was dropped off halfway between home and Grammy’s to spend my Spring and Summer trips by myself in Charlottesville with her.
Now, everything that went on at Grammy’s house was AWESOME. There was always a chocolate cake waiting on the kitchen table for me, her old square dance skirts for me to play dress up in (yes, she was a champion square dancer around town), and best of all.. the Minnie Mouse Band Aids that had been in that medicine cabinet as long as I could remember.
These were no ordinary Minnie Mouse Band Aids. These were literally from 1992 or before. They came in a tin Band Aid’s can (the same size as a Band Aids box these days, just tin) and were a little different of a material from the Band Aids at home. I used to find any excuse to use one, but only one, during each trip. I knew they were special and I wanted them to last until I was “too old for them” (little did I know I would still be buying Barbie and Spider Man Band Aids 10+ years later).
The tin is still there, sans Minnie Mouse contents, and I can only hope my Grandkids will get to enjoy it too.
Every seen a teenager cut their finger?
Ever seen a young adult cut their finger?
What do these all have in common? THEY REQUIRE A BAND AID. But let’s not stop there. If given the choice between a plain Band Aid or a character Band Aid the most common choice is going to be a character Band Aid.. regardless of age.
Who cares if I am 20 years old. I want a Spider Man Band Aid. My 23 year old sister wants a Hello Kitty. My 82 year old Grammy wants a Spongebob Squarepants Band Aid.
No matter how old we get, we always enjoy a little piece of childhood every now and then, and sometimes the best kind is in the form of a Band Aid.
A Toast to You Band Aid.
Here’s to the time I tried to show my Girl Scout Troop the flips I learned in gymnastics and face planted into the floor. You were there to hold my chin together until I arrived at the hospital to get stitches.
Here’s to the time my sister pushed me off the swing set at the neighbors house… Too bad you don’t stick to busted lips.
Here’s to the time I was going lightening speed on my bike and took too sharp a turn. You were there to soothe my forehead until my mom was assured it was just a surface scrape and that I did not have a concussion.
Here’s to you, for being there for my knees in the summer time. I don’t think I would still have those puppies if it weren’t for you.
Here’s to the time I was doing a flip off the diving board and you were there for my leg. I should have learned my lesson with flips by then…
Here’s to the time I was walking to the grocery store last year and took a tumble and scraped my knee. You awaited me on the shelves of Giant like a trusty old pal.
Here’s to the time I was making mozzarella cubes for my pasta last semester, you were right there in my medicine cabinet when I cut myself.
Thank you Band Aid for being there for me at any age, for I will never grow out of hurting myself.