Written for RDP, where sgeoil asks us
to get creative with the word “superficial”.
Thanks, Heather! Here’s where the prompt took me.

© NAR
It was moving day, June 1985. People were all over the house, in and out, packing boxes, loading trucks. We were, perhaps understandably, distracted. When I checked on our boys, at the time seven and five years old, they were eating bagels and watching cartoons. They were still in their PJs, barefoot, happy and excited. Two minutes later, we heard a crash and screaming. Rushing into the living room, we found David, our youngest, standing in the middle of what used to be our glass coffee table. His feet were covered in blood and I knew this was no superficial injury. Wrapping him in a blanket, my husband carried our boy to the car, and we drove to the hospital. On the way, between sobs, David told us he was jumping from the sofa to the table when it broke. I thought I would throw up. In the emergency room, doctors cleaned his foot, carefully removing all pieces of glass. The entire top of his foot, from the base of his little toes to his ankle, had been shaved off; I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, and my heart broke for our boy. The doctors said the only thing for us to do was to keep the wound as clean as possible, which meant washing several times a day in an antibacterial soap, treating the wound with antibacterial ointment and keeping it covered. Slowly, David began to heal, and as he grew, the scar began to shrink. Today he is 45 years old and his scar is barely visible. Fortunately, this story has a happy ending, and he remembers nothing of that day, but I will never forget. That was the end of glass top tables in our house.
spring cleaning my life
looking back at memories
my eyes remember
NAR©2026
This is “Beautiful Boy” by John Lennon
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

OMG! A terrible accident, glad David was ok in the end!
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It really was frightening, CA. I didn’t know what we were going to find after the blood was cleaned off. We were very lucky that day. Thanks so much for your very kind thoughts.
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That would have sent you into a panic! Isn’t it crazy how scars shrink away though? Thanks for sharing this.
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One thing I learned very quickly with children is we’re not allowed to show panic! The body is capable of doing amazing things. Thanks, Jodi.
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Oh, wow! As a mom, I feel you. So glad, after all these years, it turned out okay – small scar, barely visible.
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Thanks so much, Angela. It really was a nightmare scenario and we are so grateful that it wasn’t worse and that David has no memory of it. I appreciate your thoughts.
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Oh my goodness, what a horrible injury. I’m glad he doesn’t remembers it but of a mother never forgets
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Very true, my dear sister. We remember every way our children suffer. Thank you.
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Indeed. It’s a burden parents carry.
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I believe we are given those memories so our children won’t have to remember the trauma. If they are blessed with children of their own, it will be the same for them. Thank you, dear sis.
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Very true, and I do pray that all kids are always safe and happy
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Amen to that, sis! 🙏🏼
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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What a nightmare! The chaos of moving, then a kid gets a serious injury, you must have been beside yourself.
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We sure were, Iris. The memory of that day has stayed with me all this time. Thanks for your thoughts.
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I don’t recall much of my life before I was five.
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I must be an oddball because I remember some things that go back to my early days when I was still in a carriage When I tell my sister, who is four years older than me, she is amazed at my memories.
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I guess some people are like that and my ex-wife’s nephew says he remembers coming out of the womb.
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Alrighty then.
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That is one memory that I am glad is not stuck in my head.
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Boys! They definitely have a different way of doing things… Lordy.
We were three girls and had a glass coffee table. No, no jumping from the sofa onto it. Ever. We didn’t even think of it. (Which is surprising, knowing me…)
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It really was a horrific day. I have no idea where he got that idea from! It’s certainly nothing Bill or I would have stood for.
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Boys come up with the wildest things. And of course, you can’t predict what they will do and no, of course you wouldn’t stand for it!
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Wow Nance that is horrific I bet you were beside yourself with worry thank goodness the experience was wiped from his mind 🩷
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Ange, we had so many feelings, not the least of which was guilt. Yes, we were busy with the movers, but we should’ve been more aware. We were so lucky it wasn’t worse than it was and David remembers nothing about that day. Thank you for your lovely comments.
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What a terrible thing to happen to your sweet little boy! ❤️ Thank God he healed so well 🙏❤️🩹
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We were beyond lucky that day. Thank you so much for your very sweet thoughts, Lisa. ❤️
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Doesn’t that sound like the most fun ever, though–jumping from the sofa to the table? I am so glad he does not remember any of that. 😬
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Everything is fun for fearless five-year-olds! Yes, fortunately no memory of that day. Thank you, Lois.
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Oh my gosh! Thankfully it wasn’t as serious as it could have been.
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I still get chills thinking of what could have happened. Thank you, Heather.
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How awful! I’m pleased he made a full recovery.
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It was real trauma for the whole family. Thank you, Clive.
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