Quite a story, Crowden! My mother did something similar that I recall vividly as I witnessed it as a kid. She pushed her hand through a window while opening it and I remember all the blood. Somehow I thought she was angry about something—maybe at me? There must have been a scar, but I don’t remember how many stitches. But I can still picture the scene vividly even after 60+ years.
Quite a story, Crowden! My mother did something similar that I recall vividly as I witnessed it as a kid. She pushed her hand through a window while opening it and I remember all the blood. Somehow I thought she was angry about something—maybe at me? There must have been a scar, but I don’t remember how many stitches. But I can still picture the scene vividly even after 60+ years.
My brother recalls my mother blaming me because of my temper. But I've no recollection of that. What, me temper?!
You got your just desserts.