Body Scars

The first scar I ever received was when I was about 1 year old. I don't even remember it happening, but my mother has recounted the event many times.

According to her, I was playing around my living room and getting a little wobbly. Soon I fell over and the coffee table caught my fall rather than the carpet. I had managed to do a nice job of cutting my head open just under my right eyebrow.

My mom rushed me to the hospital and I was beginning to panic. By the time they got me into a room , I was flailing uncontrollably and most likely screaming too. All the doctors had to do was fix a little cut on my head, but I protested by swinging my legs and arms in their faces.

Eventually, they got tired of my punching and kicking and somehow managed to hold me down. Once I was secure, they fixed my wounded head in a matter of a minute and I was my usual calm self again.

On the way home I went to sleep in the car and had a nice, peaceful nap.

For the first scar known to my body, it was very exciting. I am glad however, I don't actually recall the story, but I have the scar to prove it!