The mark of a stupidity

When we are children, well some children I must clarify that we are very daring and very fearless, so fearless that we can border on the stupidity of the things we invent, just for fun, and this we do without measuring the consequences, well I will speak in the singular, and that I did without measuring the consequences of my actions.

I have commented in other publications that I practiced Kendō the art of unsheathing and sheathing the katana, in fact I still have my practice katana with the weight of a katana for Olympics, well, that is not the point, I deviated a little from the topic, but that serves me to enter in context.

My father had many children with different women than my mother, in fact I have a brother where I am older than him, only by a day's difference, at that time at about 11 years old, my father took us all on school vacations to his farm that was retired to the city, As a child I was very happy at that time because I met with all my siblings, when we were on the farm we went all over it, we were 12 siblings all with ages of one year of difference between them, we were practically a soccer team, therefore the level of stupidity in many cases was exponential.

My stupidity as a child lies in the fact that one day my brother, the one who commented that I am older than him for a day, grabbed a bush knife one for me and one for him, and as he knew that I practiced kendo he thought that was as if we practiced with swords or fencing, I unfortunately followed his game, and we started to play, if I call it playing, but I repeat the level of stupidity was exponential to the consequences.

My brother made the proposal to play with the bush knife as if it were a sword, that game did not go well at all, because my brother came out with a not so deep cut wound in one arm, I in the left hand as you can see in the picture I put in the publication, we both lost because we had some cuts were not very serious especially that of my brother, I still remember when the doctor told me that my brother almost cut my thumb tendons, I saved myself because I had my hand gripped, otherwise it is possible that I would have been without mobility in the thumb.

They grabbed me five stitches, there were two wounds, one they placed 2 stitches, in the other wound three stitches, by the way it was in cold blood, I remember everything because of the pain when they grabbed the stitches.

That is my mark of a child's stupidity.