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Kindergarten was only a half-day, so I spent a lot of that year at a babysitter’s house. She had two children, both older than me. One day, the son had a big white cast covered in signatures, and explained that he had broken his arm. At the time I thought having a broken arm meant it had been broken off, like a tree branch. Casts held the arm in place while it grew back together. I asked how much it hurt. “A lot.” “Did you cry?” “Well, yeah.” “Does it hurt now?” “No, it’s just itchy.” “When did it stop hurting?” “I don’t remember.” The sequence of events implied by his account blew my little mind. This guy fell off a jungle gym, looked around, and discovered his broken-off arm lying on the ground next to him. Then an ambulance came, and a team of doctors stuck it back on and encased it in plaster. It must have been a day of the purest pain and sadness, yet at some apparently forgettable moment, the horror went away, and now he’s joking around and it’s a normal day again. I was then, an

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