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School had ended just a few weeks earlier, and I was outside playing with my brother and sister. The swing set had gotten boring, as we had been playing all morning. So we decided to ride our bikes. My brother’s bike was the only one that didn’t have the training wheels. Eventually the bikes began to bore us as well, since we were confined to a small area. I solved this problem with what I thought at the time would be a brilliant idea; let’s destroy things. My sister’s bike was missing the chain guard so it became the machine of destruction. My brother and I propped the bike up so that one training wheel was on the side walk and the other was in the grass, this allowed the back wheel to spin freely. Then my brother hopped on the bike and began to pedal as I proceeded to toss things into the junction of the chain and the sprocket. Twig, pine cones and anything else I could find would be instantly obliterated as they met the chain and the sprocket. The fun ended when I found a plastic rod, because as I was it placing it near the “destruction site” I flinched, causing the plastic rod to meet its doom before I wanted it to. Then something caught and caused my finger to be brought into the junction of the chain and sprocket. Unfortunately my finger met the same fate as the twigs and pine cones; it was crushed from my right hand and was never reattached.

This amputation of the tip of my right index finger, as anyone would come to expect, caused me an immense amount of pain. Once school had began the next year, it was completely healed and my peers saw the finger as “cool” but there were some that found the finger revolting. Those that found it gross did what any child does when they something different that they don’t understand, they made fun of it. I was never anything to severe, but it would get annoying. Though mine was a minor deformity, it taught me that people that appear different due to physical deformities or other various reasons are just as human as all the rest of the world.

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