When I was probably 8, I got a large splinter stuck in my toe. I love running barefoot so get it stuck and apparently didn't get it out, so the skin grew over it.
My parents said it was dangerous to leave in so they needed to get it out... with a sewing needle.
They held me down and used the needle to cut/slice it out. I was screaming bloody murder.
I suppose they got it out eventually, but I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops. Afraid of needles to this day. Blood draws are a nightmare.
