I was probably trying to hammer something. I don't really remember smashing my fingers too much. I remember smashing my toes. I dropped a big rock on my foot once. It wasn't a pretty site.
I remember smashing Ashley's finger, though. I smashed it in the door by mistake. I felt like a terrible mother at the time. It was smashed flat, turned red and purple, and she cried hard. I still remember how bad I felt. Ashley was not even two, yet.
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