I flashed my grandmother. I was 11yo or so, playing outside with my older brother and friends, wearing my favorite courdoroys with the hole in the crotch 😈
We we racing our bikes down this small hill when a car came up, and we had to detour to a side street at bottom, going out fastest. Lucky me, I hit a gather of dirt and rocks and slid down to the ground, sliding my body across the intersection from the momentum in the race. Oh yeah! Did I mention I ONLY had on those courds and a tee? No shoes, no socks, NO 🩲!
My right foot scraped expertly across the pavement during my wipeout, conveniently collecting those pebbles, rocks, and dirt to embed into the skin on the side of my foot, all around the big toe. I hobbled home (my brother brought my bike back later on) the couple of blocks from where we were to my squeamish grandmother (she was "watching us" for the day) for first aid. She guided me to the bathroom where I sat on the commode and hefted my foot to my left knee for the triaging. With mild bleeding (which has my grandmother looking very woozy) and a nice rock embedded in the joint of my big toe, she cleaned it up and bandaged it, and we were on our way to the ER.
Sorry this is so long, but only after I was back home and lying in bed, reminiscing the event, did I realize that my grandmother most likely saw my boyhood as I sat on that commode with my crotch wide open, and that nicely formed hole in my dark brown courdoroys. 🥴🤣😲
