Thirst aid

I cut my finger on a broken glass earlier this morning, as I rushed to down some water.
For the first time in what seems like decades, I used some old adhesive dressing strip, rather than a shiny plaster, to cover the wound.
Four hours on, and frayed to bits, it has made me all nostalgic, bringing me back to a time when cuts and grazes were the norm on knees and elbows.
I wonder what other memories it will evoke from the void as the day goes on...