Childhood tale

When I was a young boy, I was walking down a gravel road with my grandpa.

I accidentally took a miss-step and fell to the ground, cutting my knees.

Grandpa gently bent down and began to clean the wound, removing the little pebbles now embedded in my skin as I cried.

I'd always heard adults talk about it, but I finally knew what they were talking about.

I'll never forget the pain of my first

Spoiler:

kid knee stones.