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.