Scars from Life
We all have scars on our body from things that have happened to us; today I’m going to point out a few.
This first one is something people always ask me about when they see it. It happened when I was about four years old up in San Francisco. We had our windows all pushed opened to let the air in and I had my hand sitting on the ledge looking down out the window. And out of no where the window came crashing down crushing my nail, deforming it for life, see photo.
I believe it was about 1981-1982 me and my brothers were chasing each other around the house. We had a walk through kitchen and my oldest Brother was coming one direction and I was going up the other and we both slammed into each other and bam!!! My head hit the corner of the wall. I reached back and saw that my head was bleeding so off to the ER we went. I believe I only needed to get about five stitches thankfully
It was 1984-1985 I believe, and I was in school playing around on the monkey bars. I was swinging and went to jump onto another bar and I slipped. My tongue was out of my mouth a little and my chin slammed onto a bar forcing my mouth to shut making me bite my tongue. Thankfully the school was only a few blocks away from a hospital and I didn’t bite off my tongue completely although it was close. For some time after that I was forced to be on a very strict liquid diet till it was able to heal up. I believe it was for 3 months although I could be wrong.
I have so many other things I could write about but I’ll just limit it to those three.
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