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?