LIVING WITH GRANDMA

Now, it seems that the world, unsuccessfully, has been trying to make me dumb. But about a year after I lived with  my mom, i was put into foster care again. Fearing that I might be took out of the family completely, Grandma Judi stepped up to the plate to take care of me and my brother, Corey. This is where I learned how to make my bed, and also the importance of exploring. The house was a treasure trove of secret places, crawlspaces, and closets. My favorite thing to do would include pulling the plywood off of the hole of the crawlspace, going in, and catching salamanders.
  I remember one particular time, when there was some event to gather my family, I decided to enter the crawlspace. So after walking around, saying hi to everybody, just enjoying myself, I conclude that the gathering was for old people to talk. So I went over to my crawlspace, walked over the board... AND STEPPED ON A NAIL! It took me a few seconds to realize what I had done, and when I finally figured out that a nail had just went through my foot, i let out a blood curdling scream. Grandma, always knowing what to do, made me hold my foot in a bucket of warm soapy water for a few minutes. I think that pretty much ended the grownups talking session.
  For about four or five years my foot would tingle every once in a while when I walking, like a less painful sensation of hitting your funny bone. I haven't stepped on a nail since.