I have two scars.
One is on the underside of my chin. I passed out in the doctor’s office and fell off the table. It’s the only time I ever had to get stitches.
The other is from an ill-advised navel piercing I got my freshman year of college. I smile and shake my head at Past Me whenever I notice it.
Do you have any scars?
I couldn’t fit this in the answer box.
I have a few chicken pox scars, but not many. I do, however, have a small scar on my forehead. My father traveled a lot when I was young, and often brought my brother Jamie and I back a little present.
Once, coming back from Texas, he brought use each belt buckles. Some time later I was swinging the belt around my head with the intention of hitting Jamie in the head with that buckle. I don’t remember precisely how, but somehow I ended up hitting myself in the head with it. Genius.
