When I was 7/8, (couldn't remember clearly how old I was), my uncle brought me to my grandfather's private fishing pond. I played with a hook, it went through my thumb. I cried nonstop lol. Hours later, it was removed. Ever since that I seem to develop a phobia of fishing.
Its's still attached... well the chunk is above the fingernail so no bone, seems like I didn't cut any major veins because the blood is just oozing either. I wrapped it with band aids but hell im still scared.
I didn't have any other choice. My dad got pretty mad at my uncle who is his lil brother. I was my own fault tho, I got curious. Seeing the hook, didn't know it could pierce me so easily
LMAO, well yeah it must be weird for someone to praise you over something like that but eh, that's what I feel, that's what I am saying.
The band aids are minimizing its contact with the world and all is safe and good.
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