I remember when I was old enough to wash my own hair for the first time.  My father told me that he had taken that same bottle of shampoo and put a daub of it in his eye to see if it stung.  It didn’t, he said, so you can’t be safe using it.  I thought for years that his actions were noble and good-hearted, and admired his willingness to put himself in danger of harm for my sake.

-9 April 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.