Like Mrs. Dickson, I have been clumsy for nearly all of my life. When I was younger, it seemed like every second I fell down. So, for me, living without the band-aid would be terrible. When I was about four years old, I always went to a playground made entirely out of wood. Everywhere you turned, it seemed like there were little shards of wood just waiting for the chance to prick someone. This playground was a band-aid's best friend. If I had a dollar for every time I scraped myself I would be rich. Luckily, my mom was smart enough to bring band-aids to the playground. So, even though I constantly got hurt, I could get patched up and I kept on playing. …show more content…
Recently, I was in the middle of straightening my hair, when the lights suddenly flickered off. I was so shocked, that I dropped the tool and it landed on my hand. I looked down, and part of my hand was tomato red and it hurt badly. I did not know what to do, but my first instinct was to wash my hand with cold water, apply Neosporin, and cover it with a band-aid. I was scared to remove the band-aid, but I did after a few days. To my amazement the band-aid came through and my hand was healed. Thanks to band-aids, I can go back to straightening my hair