Author: Petra Dujmic Originally published Feb. 27, 2020. When I was six years old, I skinned my elbow. It had been a beautiful day in the middle of March (and we Bostonians know how rare nice days are in the month during which spring supposedly “arrives”), so my father proposed that he and I go out and practice my bicycle-riding skills around the elementary school. I agreed happily, only to come home a few minutes later nursing my cut elbow like battle wound, tears rolling do