Everyone's childhood has a painful memory.
It was a summer when wearing sandals, and the type of sandals exposed to their toes. I remember when I was a man, one day my cousin came to my house to play. My cousin was a man who was very hands-on and liked to make various small toys. He was only four years older than me. I vaguely remember that day he wanted to make a toy with iron gears and wooden sticks, similar to making a wooden scooter that could be slid while sitting.
In that rural left-behind children, I couldn’t see anything I could play with all year round, and only boys would tinker with it. I was very excited and surrounded my cousin, looking left and right. The entire production site was on the ground in front of the house, with all kinds of small parts all over the floor, and I would help my cousin hand over what he wanted, help his hand or something.
When people are excited, they are most likely not to feel the arrival of danger.
did about halfway, and my cousin said to me: "Zhuzhu, please help me find a vise." I agreed happily, but I didn't know the specific location of vise . I only remember it was in the cabinet drawer of the inner room, and then I walked into the dim inner room and went to find the vise.
At that time, it was a flat-panel house on the first floor. The inner house was small, the windows of the room were small, and it was facing north. The lighting was very bad. I just walked in from the bright outside and it was still dark for a long time. In addition, my grandma's frugal habits, I insisted on not turning on the lights during the day. These were not the main reasons for my injury.
The vise I wanted was indeed placed in the drawer against the window table cabinet. This wooden drawer has been around for many years. When I pulled out the drawer, the bottom plate disappeared. Because it was facing the window, it was dark inside and couldn't see clearly. I could only open the drawer and reach out to touch the table cabinet through the empty bottom plate.
Judging from the feel, I really touched the vise in various cloth and plastic bags. I was very happy and excited at that moment. Thinking of my cousin’s praise, I quickly took out the vise and closed the drawer, and ran out of the house and gave it to my cousin.
My cousin who has a handy tool did a smooth job. I was also very excited and happy. I was secretly happy that I found the power of the vise. I don’t know how painful it would be to feel soon.
At that time, in the countryside, all tools and objects were very precious. After my cousin used up the visor, he handed me to let me put it back. Faced with this relaxed task, I took it with ease, and then ran back to the inner room to put the visor. The tragedy of happened to .
I forgot that the drawer bottom of the old wooden table cabinet has no hollow, dim room, and the only small window light source can't be illuminated. So when I ran to the front of the table cabinet, my right foot was just at the position where the drawer was opened, I didn't even think about it, so I put the big vise into the drawer, and the iron head of the vise came to a free fall and hit my right thumb. On my fingers, blood flowed, and the heart-wrenching pain, I can still remember the tears in the corners of my eyes immediately popped up. I didn't cry loudly, but endured the pain and tears in my eyes, put the vise back, closed the drawer, hid in the room where I was sleeping, tearing off a piece of paper for homework, and stopped the bleeding from my toe...
I didn't tell anyone, nor did I tell my grandma. I was afraid of being scolded, and I felt so heartbroken all night.
It is this experience that has allowed me to be careful in my future life and learn from my mistakes. I also have an experience and reflection. Why didn’t I tell my grandma at that time and then ask her to give me some medicine?
Looking back now, from the moment I dare not cry loudly, it reflects that many left-behind children in that era were very afraid and inferior to themselves because they had never really experienced what the love that parents always have around them, and grandparents were also under pressure for taking care of their grandchildren. They would scold them severely as soon as possible for all issues that affect safety.
Now, life is getting better. Whenever I meet a mother on the roadside coaxing a crying child in my life, I will smile and feel so happy.
The incident of being injured by a vise is a real thing that happened in Zhuzhu's childhood. I recorded it in words, and I think left-behind children are a special generation, and the real stories they experienced should not be forgotten. I remember the bitterness and thought of the sweetness, and I also hope that those who are happy now can cherish the happy life now.
Reward is true love
