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I actually have four scars (I never realized I had that much until writing this post) – three caused by accidents and one because of surgery, if you can even call it that since it was such a small surgery.
I’ll start with one of the accidental scars first. I was in my high school where they have these two giant, massive, annoying swinging doors. I was carrying some books (as expected) and tried to shove one of the swinging doors open with my foot, with no success. Therefore, I used my arm to help shove the door open and to my dismay, the door somehow made a deep cut on my lower arm. I was freaked out on how deep the cut was and innocent me didn’t realize that it would eventually scar. Thank goodness the cut wasn’t long, but it is REALLY deep. You can easily tell from my scar.
The two other accidental scars of mine was caused by the same accident. I was in fifth grade and was riding my bike in the park, wearing a long skirt. BIG mistake. My skirt somehow got tangled up in my bike, resulting in a nasty fall. There was blood all over me when I fell – I skinned my knees, my elbows, my fingers, and my chin (I fell on my chin). To make matters even worse, I had school the very next day. I had to walk home all bloodied up with people staring at me as I passed by. As a result of that bike incident, I have a lasting scar on the bottom of my chin (thank goodness it’s not in the front where everyone can see it) and on my left middle finger.
The last scar I obtained was from a small “surgery” that done to me. When I was in fifth grade, there was a slight bump found on my leg and worried, my parents wanted surgery done on me to check what it was. For some reason, the doctors didn’t put me to sleep and did surgery on my leg while I was WIDE AWAKE. To prevent me from screaming and crying and moaning, my dad was next to me, talking to me and trying to distract me from what the doctors were doing to my leg. He promised me ice cream, trips, you know, all the things a fifth grader could ever want. He never fulfilled the ice cream promise though.
I STILL WANT THAT ICE CREAM DAD.
But yeah, that surgery left a slight scar on my leg. It’s almost faded now, but it’s still there.
How about you guys? Do you have any scars? I want to know!