Originally Posted by raptureready
OUCH!!! I believe I was around 6 or 7 the first time I ran a needle through my finger. No ripping it out, it was right down through the middle of the nail. Dad had to remove the needle and my finger from the machine. Then he held my hand down with one hand and pulled the needle out with a pair of pliers. I guess it was a good thing that I trusted Dad completely. I remember it and the pain to this day but I don't remember be scared of having Dad "fix" it for me. My finger was sore for a long time but there was no permenant damage.
I did the same thing in Home Economics Class, Only the needle came off and boke in my finger, teachers yells, "Don't bleed on your material" ( it was wool and not cheap!) I walked down to the janitor's room and he pulled it out with a pliar. Dad said the wound looked clean and it bled pretty good, so no doctor's visit, no shots, just soaked it and bandaged it. How did we survive? LOL