It is my earliest childhood memory: I was only three, and cringing down behind the driver's seat in our old Plymouth, sniveling and whining as mom drove us all to the hospital. I was blistered from cheek to ankle from poison oak, on fire, eyes glued shut, full of dread. Two young neighbor boys said we would make ourselves immune to poison oak forever, if we rubbed it on our bodies "real good" just one time. Man, were they ever wrong! I believe that is called learning the hard way. I hadn't thought about that itch and that dry, crackly, useless Calamine lotion for a long time. Thanks, Justin, for taking me back.
I’m so allergic to poison oak and poison ivy that I might have gotten a rash just from reading this story!
I have never had a reaction to poison ivy, so either I am immune or just lucky. I tend to think it’s the first.
Cute and clever story. I enjoyed The Poison Ivy Plan.
Just call me Hannah 🤦🏻♀️
Whoops, that plan backfired! I have a couple of goofy stories from my childhood 🤣
The best one was probably the time I had the great idea to run away from home. I’ll have to write that one out for you later.
It is my earliest childhood memory: I was only three, and cringing down behind the driver's seat in our old Plymouth, sniveling and whining as mom drove us all to the hospital. I was blistered from cheek to ankle from poison oak, on fire, eyes glued shut, full of dread. Two young neighbor boys said we would make ourselves immune to poison oak forever, if we rubbed it on our bodies "real good" just one time. Man, were they ever wrong! I believe that is called learning the hard way. I hadn't thought about that itch and that dry, crackly, useless Calamine lotion for a long time. Thanks, Justin, for taking me back.
Ha! Davy needed to think more than twice before enacting this plan! I've never had poison Ivy and hope never to have the "pleasure."