ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel

Cooties & Stitches

Updated on March 14, 2016

Who Ever Thought Kissing Would be this Dangerous





Circle, circle, dot, dot, now you have a cootie shot. Sound familiar? The adorable little rhyme is the reason I have a scar on my forehead, and is extremely sensitive to touch. Kissing was dangerous as a child, and highly not recommended. It leads to nothing but blood and emergency rooms. At least, that was my take away as a preschooler.


Love, or young love I should correct. I had it with Darran Moore. My first preschool boyfriend and crush. He had the sweetest little black fro, big brown eyes and the cutest small-toothed white smile I ever saw. He wore matching sweat suits in the winter, and cut off tanks in the summer. We were inseparable, and no one, not even teachers could tear us apart. Meltdowns were guaranteed if the attempt ever occurred, and it didn’t happen often. Only the promise of our mothers that we’d see each other tomorrow solved this issue.

If he ate paste, I was eating paste. If he threw a ball at a kid, I was there throwing it too. If he laid down a Michael Jackson move, I too attempted it - thank goodness there wasn’t YouTube back then cause yeesh. His nap pack was always next to mine, and we lay there watching Sesame Street till we dozed off to sleep. Simple times. Great times.

Then the cootie game happened, and our ‘normal’ routine of stay away from the other kids was disrupted… It was the “cool” game everyone was playing, and Darran wanted to play too. So of course, I played. One of the not-so-great decisions I’ve made.

“Circle, circle, dot, dot, now you have a cootie shot…” a remedy given for a kiss you’d give a boy if you had the chance to land a smooch. Why this was allowed, I have no idea.

With a head start I let the boys flee, my feet were made for speed, and an eye only for one. I chased Darran all over the playground- kissy face and all, arms outstretched, and determination roaring through me.

“Neener Neener Neener, you can’t chase us…” the boys would taunt.

Darran climbed the domed jungle gym all the way to the top and joined in the chorus. Why this angered me, who knows.

I took the bars two at a time both hands and feet working in unison. I neared the top and my mind must’ve gone all mushy because all of a sudden I reached out and grabbed air. I began slipping through the hole at the top and found my strength failed me. Hitting what seemed like every bar on the way down, I landed face first into the tan bark below.

Gasps and squeals began, and kids ran for a teacher for aide.

Redness clouded my vision as blood spilled from my forehead (yes I remember). It didn’t hurt, I was more embarrassed than in pain. Teacher came dashing over with a wet cloth and cleaned me up, but the blood just kept on coming. That’s when the tears welled up in my eyes, I knew it was bad because the teachers looked more panicked then I did.

I don’t remember how long it took until my mom arrived to take me to emergency, however I remember waving good-bye to Darran and thought, ‘that’s why I hate kissing.’

Disney movies were my favorite, however I could do without the smooching.

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No comments yet.

    working

    This website uses cookies

    As a user in the EEA, your approval is needed on a few things. To provide a better website experience, hubpages.com uses cookies (and other similar technologies) and may collect, process, and share personal data. Please choose which areas of our service you consent to our doing so.

    For more information on managing or withdrawing consents and how we handle data, visit our Privacy Policy at: https://hubpages.com/privacy-policy#gdpr

    Show Details
    Necessary
    HubPages Device IDThis is used to identify particular browsers or devices when the access the service, and is used for security reasons.
    LoginThis is necessary to sign in to the HubPages Service.
    Google RecaptchaThis is used to prevent bots and spam. (Privacy Policy)
    AkismetThis is used to detect comment spam. (Privacy Policy)
    HubPages Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide data on traffic to our website, all personally identifyable data is anonymized. (Privacy Policy)
    HubPages Traffic PixelThis is used to collect data on traffic to articles and other pages on our site. Unless you are signed in to a HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized.
    Amazon Web ServicesThis is a cloud services platform that we used to host our service. (Privacy Policy)
    CloudflareThis is a cloud CDN service that we use to efficiently deliver files required for our service to operate such as javascript, cascading style sheets, images, and videos. (Privacy Policy)
    Google Hosted LibrariesJavascript software libraries such as jQuery are loaded at endpoints on the googleapis.com or gstatic.com domains, for performance and efficiency reasons. (Privacy Policy)
    Features
    Google Custom SearchThis is feature allows you to search the site. (Privacy Policy)
    Google MapsSome articles have Google Maps embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
    Google ChartsThis is used to display charts and graphs on articles and the author center. (Privacy Policy)
    Google AdSense Host APIThis service allows you to sign up for or associate a Google AdSense account with HubPages, so that you can earn money from ads on your articles. No data is shared unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
    Google YouTubeSome articles have YouTube videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
    VimeoSome articles have Vimeo videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
    PaypalThis is used for a registered author who enrolls in the HubPages Earnings program and requests to be paid via PayPal. No data is shared with Paypal unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
    Facebook LoginYou can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. No data is shared with Facebook unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
    MavenThis supports the Maven widget and search functionality. (Privacy Policy)
    Marketing
    Google AdSenseThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Google DoubleClickGoogle provides ad serving technology and runs an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Index ExchangeThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    SovrnThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Facebook AdsThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Amazon Unified Ad MarketplaceThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    AppNexusThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    OpenxThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Rubicon ProjectThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    TripleLiftThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Say MediaWe partner with Say Media to deliver ad campaigns on our sites. (Privacy Policy)
    Remarketing PixelsWe may use remarketing pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to advertise the HubPages Service to people that have visited our sites.
    Conversion Tracking PixelsWe may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.
    Statistics
    Author Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide traffic data and reports to the authors of articles on the HubPages Service. (Privacy Policy)
    ComscoreComScore is a media measurement and analytics company providing marketing data and analytics to enterprises, media and advertising agencies, and publishers. Non-consent will result in ComScore only processing obfuscated personal data. (Privacy Policy)
    Amazon Tracking PixelSome articles display amazon products as part of the Amazon Affiliate program, this pixel provides traffic statistics for those products (Privacy Policy)