I 've been around a while. Learned to crawl, walk, run. Ride a bike and roller skate.
I've had my share of boo-boos too. Never broke a big bone but fractured my nose once and had a fractured rib....results of good fun gone awkward.
I've had stitches here and there from surgery but none needed from slicing a bagel or chopping veggies...or playing mumblypeg.
So I was thinking...every scar has a story. Can you recall how you got that one on your knee or the back of your arm...What were you doing? Where you afraid to tell Mom?
I have three massive scars. The worst one is on the back of my right thigh from a brown recluse spider bite back in 1973. Twenty eight days in the hospital with talk of amputation. Good thing I was heavily drugged or I would have gone crazy. It was the worst pain I have ever had.
I also have nice scars on both knees from the replacements 18 months ago. Piece of cake compared to the spider bite.
Wow, PA...that is really scary.
I don't know when I was bitten by a brown recluse, I walked around for a week thinking I had a sliver or something. When my parents finally took me to the ER all I had to do was have shots into the large goose egg on my arm and take antibiotics. I still have the dent in my arm where the flesh died.