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I remember a lot less than I used to. That isn't where we're supposed to go with this, is it? But it's true. My short-term memory has gone to shit in the last couple of years. I'll tell you what I remember. I remember being so excited to go with my father in the car. It was 1967, and I was just shy of my fourth birthday. We were going out to pick up something for lunch, if I recall the details, but that's not something I remember, it's something I was told. I just remember being excited about the prospect of being allowed to go along for the ride. I had this toy, a little yellow metal toy that I cannot remember clearly enough to tell you what it was, just that it was yellow and operated somewhat like a slot machine. You pulled a handle and five little windows each displayed a picture. This was before toys were electronic, of course. I brought it with me.
I remember standing on the front seat of the car, next to my father. The next thing I remember is being held by a woman, who was holding a towel on my forehead, and all the blood everywhere. I thought she was my grandmother at first, but she told me that she wasn't. I struggled when she told me that, but I could scarcely see for all the blood in my eyes. I don't remember the firemen or the ambulance ride, but I do remember being in the emergency room, sitting upright on a guerney, talking to the firemen and then, a few minutes later, to some policemen. At that time, my father's uncle was the mayor of Lynn, and I kept telling the policemen over and over that my uncle was the mayor. They weren't asking me about that, they were asking me if I remembered the car that had hit us head-on or anything else that happened, but I was just a very little boy and it seemed like that was the thing the police would want to know.
I remember being in a bed in the pediatric ward sometime after, with my forehead sewn back up and my knee as well. The beds were crib-style, and I was very unhappy to be sleeping in a crib. Time's up.
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