Did you ever think of the unique map that life leaves on your body in the form of scars?
There’s the mark on my knee from the cut inflicted by a savage grey metal file cabinet in 4th grade.
There’s a scar on the inside of my right elbow made by a protruding screw under an open staircase when I was playing at my Aunt Edie’s house.
Thee’s another scar under my chin from the time my friend and I were riding double on my bike. The bike had streamers on the tall handlebars and a banana seat and a big basket on front festooned with hideously lovely plastic flowers. We were doing just fine on it until we both decided to go ‘No hands!” at the same time.
Most spectacular is the scar from the surgery after falling off a horse in at the age of 33, and breaking my upper arm. Just in case you ever wondered, yes, it takes a 7 inch long incision to insert a 7 inch long plate (and 5 screws). And no, I don’t set off the alarms at the airport. But the back of the arm scars something fierce.
How about you? How have you been marked by life? Tell me an interesting story about a scar you have, and you will be my Very Interesting Person this week. Just so you know, I’ll be judging by the story telling ability, NOT by the size of your scar. You have until Tuesday evening to share your story, and as always, it’s fine to post your story on your blog as long as you leave me a link in comments.
So come on. Don’t be shy. Tell me your best scar story.
If you decide to write on your blog and share the link below, I’ll post the links here.