In summer of 1983 we had driven up to Vogel State Park for a family reunion. My father was working so it was my mom and my two younger brothers.Family reunions can always be interesting. Going to my family reunion is like being at a casting of Hee Haw or at the very least a Hank Williams Jr concert. Courtney Cox did not invent the term "cougar" for older women who like to date younger guys. She got it from visiting my family reunion.
I was eight years old that summer. After lunch my cousins and I went to play in the creeks. I don't remember how it happen but one moment I was standing on a bridge that ran across the creek and the next I was laying face down in the creek with blood gushing from my head. Somehow I had slipped through the side railings and fell into the creek hitting a sharp rock below. Blood was pouring from my head when my mom arrived. She took a table-cloth stained with fried chicken, macaroni & cheese, and green beans and wrapped it over my head to stop the bleeding. We drove to the nearest hospital. It was determined by the staff that unless a plastic surgeon did the sewing up that I would be left with a large scar. There was not a plastic surgeon on staff. So they temporarily patched me up and sent me down to Gainesville, Georgia to Northeast Georgia Medical Center. They pulled my skin back over my brain and all that remains is a little scar in the center of my forehead.
Dogs like to leave there mark for other dogs by peeing on rocks. At my family reunion I decided to leave my mark by bleeding on the rocks and the fried chicken.
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