My first memory of a vaccination
My first memory of a vaccination....
I was 5 or 6 years old. I'm not sure of the exact age, but I was very young. My mother had taken my brother and me to the health department. He was a year older.
For some unknown reason, my Mama left me in the waiting room while she took my brother in for his shot. One man's waiting room is another man's exit station. I took off out of the door. Not for me to meekly wait like a sacrifice to the Gawds of medicine.
My escape was not well thought out, but I was bound for the train station that was not far away. My aunt had taken me there not long before, and I knew it was a way out.
My legs weren't very long, but I was moving them very rapidly. When my Mama came out of the door after somebody had snitched on me, I had a decent head start. However, I could hear her catching up as she 'sweetly' called my name. I knew I had to change my plan.
I ducked into the nearest building which just happened to be the town's police station. Think one step up from Mayberry. I ran into an open office where several men were sitting around, and scooted around some man's legs and underneath his desk.
When I heard my Mama, I preceded to wrap myself around his legs and hold on for dear life. I decided that wailing at the top of my lungs might help in some way.
It took a while for my Mama to explain what was going on especially with me wailing about getting stuck like a pig. I was finally untangled and reluctantly released into her care. They made her promise not to punish me and made it clear they would check on me.
I got my vaccination, and my Mama muttered at me all day. I decided to play under the house with my cats where it would be hard to reach me.
I have had many shots since then. However, I have never had one as exciting and life-threatening.
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Very first one I remember is the smallpox vaccination we had to get back then before we could start school. No trauma I can remember.
Although things did tend to get exciting when the doctor made a house call (yeah, they actually did that in the days of the dinosaurs). I always chose a cabinet in the pantry to hide in. Could never figure out how they could always find me. 
You sound like my daughter. When she was about 4 or 5 she needed a tooth pulled. An adult tooth was coming in before the baby tooth fell out. She went into the back like a trooper. I stayed in the waiting room with the baby. However once the tooth was extracted she decided she was going to get the hell out of dodge. While I was at the desk paying the deductible she came running out from the back and headed straight for the exit door. So fast I couldn't even catch her. Even if I didn't have a baby in one arm and my wallet in the other hand I could not have caught her. By that age she had already earned the well deserved nickname as my escape artist.
The only thing that prevented her from getting out and straight onto a busy road- the door was heavy and incredibly hard to open. It gave me the time catch up to her. Scary and funny at the same time.
The 1st vaccine I remember was my polio. My siblings must have gotten theirs at school, but I wasn't old enough to go to school so I went to the Dr's. My mom prepped me about getting a shot and how it would hurt for just a few seconds. If I was good I would give me a lollypop on my way out. yadda, yadda, yadda. I am ready. The nurse came in and put a sugar cube in my mouth. Still got the lollypop. 
The next vaccine was a shot and I earned that lollypop.
