"Mommy! I need a Band-aid! Do we have any more?!" I yelled from the kitchen.
"Why?! What happened?!" my concerned mother asked as she rushed into the room.
She discovered me sitting on the floor. Wrappers littered the area around me, along with an empty 60-count box of bandages. Band-aids covered every square inch of my leg from my foot all the way up to my knee on my right leg.
"Lauren! What are you doing?!"
"I got an owie on my leg, and I think I maybe breaked it. I'm making a cast. It feels better already!"
I learned a valuable lesson that day about not being wasteful and Band-aids not being cheap.
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