Article September 1, 1973 Issue

It's Nothing

Annegret Schneider (Written at 11 years)

One day I had gone on a picnic with my friend. When I got back home, my grandmother asked me if somebody had scratched me. I said, "No, what gave you that idea?" She said it just looked like it.

In the night there was something on my cheek that was itching. I didn't know what I was doing, just scratching it like mad. My mother noticed and asked, "Well, what is it?" and she was fussing a little. So I said, "Oh, it's nothing." But I thought to myself, all the time, it's something very wrong.

I kept on saying to my mother and everybody, "Oh, just leave me alone, it's nothing." But every time I said that, I thought, "Oh, no! Not poison ivy again!" I'd been through that before and it took a long time to heal. Well, the next day it got worse, and then I really started believing that it was poison ivy and I'd have to go through it all again.

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