Rash Medicine

The Iron Baby piece reminded me of another story about my early childhood my Mom used to tell me. It seems I had a terrible skin rash on my neck and to prevent me from scratching at it, my parents put my arms in splints. Whether this revealed a dark side to my parents or was merely an overly harsh medical practice of the early 50’s, I will never know now. Anyway it seemed that despite my constraints, I managed to be able to eat a graham cracker through various sweaty contortions. I dearly wish I could still twist like that now - maybe I should use graham crackers in my yoga practice.