My little sister’s head bounced up and bashed my lip against my tooth. I screamed, Screamed, SCREAMED in pain! I spit blood in the sink. My parents were trying to get me to put ice on my lip. They offered ice pops, ice cream, but I didn’t want any. I finally gave in and put ice on it.
My dad was trying to take my mind off the pain by having me focus on something else. I didn’t want to be tickled. I didn’t want to do anything until he suggested having a staring contest. We were allowed to blink but always had to be looking at one of the others pupils. It was dark and my dad said, “Keep staring while I turn on the lamp.” One of a kind staring contest we were having by turning the lights on and off. We could see the rainbow in our eyes. We also played ping-pong with a fingertip between our eyes… ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-ping-pong.
And the pain was gone!