I still remember visiting my grandparents when I was around 6 years old. I had crashed my bike and came in with my elbows & knees all bloody from contact with the asphalt and my grandmother was cleaning & treating my wounds while my grandfather, as always, was in front of the TV with a stiff drink that my grandmother refreshed as necessary. As I told my grandmother how much it hurt he remarked, "Boy, you don't know what pain is."