I guess that I was too busy to be afraid. At the elementary school I attended there were two classrooms where the "crippled kids" were taught. We were kept separate from them except for one 15-minute period in the afternoon when we could go in and visit them. There were kids with braces, crutches and those that were confined to wheel chairs. The worse afflicted could not speak or often even hold their heads up. I always felt sorry for them, but since there was no one in my family or among the friends that I knew that was afflicted, I never felt threatened or vulnerable. I finally did get vaccinated when I was in the 6th grade, as I recall, but it was an injection, not the sugar cube.
Last edited by mudhen; 03/25/18.
