They warned me but I liked doing it. I couldn’t quit. It was like an addiction.
Put your thumb between the next two fingers. Like this. See? Feels good, right? I think so, too.
I thought it was funny ever since daddy did it and took my nose off. Or pretended to.
“Look Sally! Got your nose!”
I’m older now, well a little older, and it’s still like my favorite thing. I do it to pretend I’ve separated my finger into two parts. Spooky.
My parents wish I would stop already. Maybe they’re worried that it’s something vaguely sexual. As if I don’t know about sex.
But my parents were right. I kept doing it and then it happened. I took my little brother’s eye out.