Then when I was about two and a half years old my father hit a small raccoon with his car. It wasn't injured but stunned. He brought it home, hoping to make a pet out of it. well, it was rabid and bit me. This is the newspaper article on that. I had to go through all the shots in my stomach. One every day for fourteen days in a row. It's a good thing I can't remember those shots. But I have cringed at the thought of a shot in my belly. Had to have one years ago and I hated it. Maybe I was having a recall...Ha!
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