I was young, 4-6 maybe, and we were at our secret beach place when I was climbing on some rocks with my dad.
He called for me he had found a snake, so I ran over.
He had it by it's neck and tail, so it could bite him, as smart as my dad is, he offered if I wanted to hold it's head.
Being the foolish child I was, I said yes and wasn't quick enough to grab it. Instead it bit me between my thumb and index finger, one fang pierced through my skin, and in seconds red blood covered my hand.
I screamed, and my dad through the snake away, he took me to the water and washed the blood off, then wrapped my hand in his silk, plad, gray-almost black jacket. He knew it was a water snake, and I didn't have. to go to the hospital.
My mom was scared, of course, but when my dad helped me through the pain by washing away the blood and dirt so it didn't get infected, my mom comforted me.
I wouldn't have been able to do it without them. Now, I hate snakes.

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