Back in those days, it wasn't unusual to leave kids home alone. Especially out where we lived. One of my cousins was getting married and they wanted everyone there. So i stayed home with my two baby brothers. And we didn't have Pampers back then, it was cloth diapers all the way and you had to rinse them out in the toilet. Fun, fun, fun! Anyway, one of the things they really liked was to get bounced on our parent's bed, the only double bed in the house. It was a sunny day, i remember, and the bedroom was rather sunny. i would pick them up and drop them on the bed and they would bounce and giggle and laugh. But one time, he bounced too high and went off the other side of the bed. CLUNK! The floors in our house were tile on top of concrete, so a "soft landing" wasn't in the cards. i felt terrible. He wasn't cut or anything, but screaming bloody murder. Of course, the younger of the two started in crying as well. So here i was with two incessantly screaming babies. He wound up with a bump on his head, but who knows with babies? He wasn't mentally handicapped, but he's not necessarily the sharpest tool in the tool box. But he does OK and he's happy enough. i just wonder sometimes.
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