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One day around Christmas when I was aged about nine or ten, my parents left me alone in the house playing with my new toys while they visited neighbours.
After a little while I remember I developed a dull, painful ache in the heel of my right foot, which got worse and worse. I kept checking the painful area, but there were no breaks to the skin or discolouration.
About an hour later the ache got really itchy, so I sat on the floor and started scratching at it, and began to feel something quite hard just below the skin. Some more scratching later and the skin broke, and I could see something smooth and shiny, like polished metal, underneath.
I carefully picked and peeled at the the skin and after a while was able to remove what turned out to be a piece of shiny metallic glass about the size of a thumbnail.
To this day I can't work out what it could have been, and when I told my parents they just shrugged their shoulders.
The most obvious explanation is that because it was Christmas I'd stepped on a broken bauble and some of the glass had wedged in my foot. But if that was the case, surely I'd have felt it go in, and how would the skin have been able to grow over it like that?
The only other thing I remember about that day was that for some reason the house was bitterly cold, even though we had central heating (I don't think my parents would just go off and leave me with the heating switched off!).
After a little while I remember I developed a dull, painful ache in the heel of my right foot, which got worse and worse. I kept checking the painful area, but there were no breaks to the skin or discolouration.
About an hour later the ache got really itchy, so I sat on the floor and started scratching at it, and began to feel something quite hard just below the skin. Some more scratching later and the skin broke, and I could see something smooth and shiny, like polished metal, underneath.
I carefully picked and peeled at the the skin and after a while was able to remove what turned out to be a piece of shiny metallic glass about the size of a thumbnail.
To this day I can't work out what it could have been, and when I told my parents they just shrugged their shoulders.
The most obvious explanation is that because it was Christmas I'd stepped on a broken bauble and some of the glass had wedged in my foot. But if that was the case, surely I'd have felt it go in, and how would the skin have been able to grow over it like that?
The only other thing I remember about that day was that for some reason the house was bitterly cold, even though we had central heating (I don't think my parents would just go off and leave me with the heating switched off!).