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) When I was 5 years old, my parents took me to the sands near our house it was a hot summer’s afternoon and my mother had prepared a picnic as it was a public holiday. (2.
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) The beach was crowded that day, each family group made a little ‘camp’ where they could spread out their towels and lay down their food. (3.
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) My father had rented 2 deckchairs. (4.
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) So that he and my mum could sit in comfort. (5.
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) I was sitting on the sand. (6.
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) I remember running my hand down the smooth wood of the deckchair, suddenly I screamed in pain when something ‘bit’ me. (7.
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) It was not an insect it was the deckchair itself that had attacked me. (8.
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) The palm of my hand was full of splinters. (9.
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) I screamed and screamed as there were dozens of tiny pieces of wood embedded in my skin. (10.
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) Which was now inflamed. 11.
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) My father picked me up and ran with me to the hospital he told me not to touch my hand. (12.
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) I remember waiting in the casualty department for ages before the doctor saw me. (13.
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) The doctor had a special tool to individually extract each splinter from my hand, which was very sore, it was a long time before I ever touched a piece of wood again.
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