I was 11 or so, on holiday, went horseback riding wearing shorts and thin socks. They set up my stirrups too low and as I held on to the saddle for dear life, one stirrup kept bouncing on my ankle for the entire afternoon.
My thighs chafed pretty bad, and I got an open wound on my ankle about the size of those souvenir pressed oval coins. I don't know what my dad was thinking, but he treated my wound with some cream and then wrapped my whole calf in plastic wrap every day for about a week.
The wound turned into an ulcer, I couldn't walk without limping. I had all these little pockets of pus on the edges which my dad had me squeeze to try and make them smaller. It did nothing except be painful.
I eventually went home to my mom - a nurse - who took one look at my leg and rushed me to a doctor.
The doctor then proceeded to vigorously clean my wound before dressing it. It felt like hot barbed wire, that really sucked.
It was the line painted on the side of the road that was zooming this way and that to keep up with the car. Sometimes it would snake away to a rest stop and then merge with us again after the exit.
There was an interesting discussion on tumblr on this very topic. I would also think "what if it were the other way around?" but it can't be compared like that.
late_night @ late_night @sopuli.xyz Posts 53Comments 163Joined 2 yr. ago 
I was 11 or so, on holiday, went horseback riding wearing shorts and thin socks. They set up my stirrups too low and as I held on to the saddle for dear life, one stirrup kept bouncing on my ankle for the entire afternoon.
My thighs chafed pretty bad, and I got an open wound on my ankle about the size of those souvenir pressed oval coins. I don't know what my dad was thinking, but he treated my wound with some cream and then wrapped my whole calf in plastic wrap every day for about a week.
The wound turned into an ulcer, I couldn't walk without limping. I had all these little pockets of pus on the edges which my dad had me squeeze to try and make them smaller. It did nothing except be painful.
I eventually went home to my mom - a nurse - who took one look at my leg and rushed me to a doctor.
The doctor then proceeded to vigorously clean my wound before dressing it. It felt like hot barbed wire, that really sucked.
I still have the oval scar on my ankle.