I remember the time I got frostbite like it was yesterday. I was in junior high. I had a blue puffer jacket that snapped up the front. I loved that jacket. I left the house that morning, and my mom asked me, "Aren't you going to wear a hat?" I told her I didn't need one. The truth was that I didn't want to wear my hat. My mom had bought me this really cute knit hat with faux fur around the edge with matching gloves and a matching scarf. The gloves had faux fur around the cuff, and the scarf was a plain knit scarf. When I wore the hat to school, the kids on the bus made fun of me and asked me how many rabbits I killed to wear that hat. I quit wearing the hat. I went to school that morning having convinced myself I didn't really need the hat anyway. I had heard about frostbite, but I never thought it would happen to me. I thought it was just something adults used to scare kids into wearing hats and gloves when they didn't want to. That November
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