One of my excursions took me on a trek towards the babysitter’s house. Probably hoping to sneak a ride in the peddle car before her kids woke and barred me from having fun. I recall that it was still cool outside and I was in pajamas.
My feet were bare. I had to traverse several gravel driveways on the journey from our house to the babysitter’s. One of the driveways happened to be littered with shattered glass and I sliced my bare feet into shreds. I don’t recall it hurting much but still, there was great concern from my parents. My father prepared a poultice made from some green plant off the roadside. Not sure if this was at the time of the shredding or shortly afterwards, once a puss oozing infection had set in. Home medicine learned from his mother, my Icelandic Amma.