My little brother stole one of my German soldiers from my room and the dog chewed it.
My brother and my dog have no respect for ma authoriteh whatsoeva
(I should also add, out of a pack of 9 soldiers, I gave 6 to my brother in the hope that that would mean 3 for me would be safe, obviously not!) :lol:
I remember playing with my little plastic toy soldiers when I was 7 or 8 and the flame thrower guy caught another one on fire just like the Japs in WWII movies. A piece of hot plastic dripped on my hand in the v web between the tumb and index of my left hand. I quickly grabbed it off and it took off a piece of skin about the size of a dime ( ~ 17 mm for you Euro/Aussie types ). I had to hide that from my mother until the skin grew back and it hurt for a while.
Wonder how many here hid injuries like that here I know I did
Lol, memories.
My dad would try and hide his pains and wounds, but I would know. So he'd avoid me completely when something was wrong. And I'd know even better.
The wounds of my eldest brother were always that massive that they could not be hidden.
If he came in asking for a bandaid, he'd be brought to the GP in a hurry, for stiches.
But yeah, hiding injuries, pains etc. I admit