I remember, some years ago, when us school children, had to get our Polio shot.
They started, from the higher grades first, and then worked down to us first grader's. Long line's, single file.
We had to watch, the older kid's turning white, then hitting the floor. Some of our Roll Models, were a disappointment. It's funny now, but it wasn't then.
One kid fell, and knocked everything off a table. That didn't do much for anyone's courage.
The girl's, were all making fun of the boy's. When they finally got to our class, we were all a bundle of nerves.
The kid in front of me, made a weird sound, and then hit the gym floor. Then they called me. I didn't hear my name called. They called me again. I staggered up to the table, with a sick feeling in my stomach. They rubbed something on my arm, stuck me, and told me OK, go back to class. I had rubber legs, but I managed to stay vertical, and I made it back to my class. After about, half an hour, we were all laughing and making joke's about the kid's that hit the deck.