Tell Me Your Scar Stories (And I'll Share Mine)
Well, today I thought I would share a few funny and interesting tales about my scars.
SCAR STORY 1: THE SORRY SEESAW
I got my first scar at the tender age of 5. I can actually remember it when it happened.
It was on my brother's birthday, which happened to be Good Friday, that year too and as a treat, my father had taken us to the park.
Seesaws are not like seesaws in the park these days, today they have teeny weeny springs that allow a slight bounce.
This seesaw had full movement that meant that when my brother powered off the ground with his legs, my backside went way off the seat on the other end, being four years younger than him I was significantly lighter.
We played 'bumps' every time went to the park, but this time I did something different.
I let go.
And off I flew.
Landed, brushed myself off, thought everything was okay, then I wiped my chin and discovered there was blood, a lot of blood.
The wails then fast ensued.
I got taken to the local hospital and remember asking the nurse as she applied paper stitches to my chin "Am I going to die?" at least five times and she assured me I wouldn't, at least not right then and because of a small wound to my chin.
SCAR STORY 2: THE WOMEN SHOULD AVOID TOOLS SCAR
My second scar is my permanent reminder of visiting Sarajevo. I was 18 and for some reason, I cannot remember, we were in a field on the outskirts of the town, I think it a family friend, we were visiting and I was bored. I didn't know much of the language, so was left to my own devices.
I found this broken axe and decided to try and mend it...
I wanted to get rid of all the broken wood around the axe head, so that a new piece of wood could be put in it, so I found a chisel and started trying to get the wood out like that.
I got quite far with it but then got distracted, by some pretty butterfly probably, and I slipped with the chisel and sliced open my right forefinger.
I put it under the water for a while, but that was just not helping, other than washing blood down the sink, so in the car, going back into Sarajevo I held my finger up outside the window to elevate it and that finally stopped the bleeding. I guess it was lucky it was the forefinger and not the middle one.
Eventually, it healed as an ugly scar, but I have never picked up a chisel since.
SCAR STORY 3: A SHOCKING SCAR
It was Christmas, we were around the in-laws and they were just doing up their pantry, which is where we would all disappear to have a smoke.
They warned us to be careful as the light switch cover was not yet attached and there was a live wire showing (can you see where this is going?)
So I was in there alone smoking a cigarette (a habit I've kicked now)and absentmindedly went to turn the light off and of course put my finger on the live wire, next thing I knew I was in a pile of boxes on the other side of the room, feeling a little frazzled hehe.
I think I must have screamed, as everyone came rushing in to see if I was okay.
I was okay. It was just a bit of a shock! And a small deep burn hole in my finger. (At least no blood this time.)
But now a nice white dot of a scar accompanies the other one mentioned above on my right forefinger.
SCAR STORY 4: SOMBRE SCARS
Of course, not all scars can be seen. A lot of us carry emotional scars from traumatic experiences, bad memories, or flashbacks we cannot shake.
Sometimes they affect the way you live your life, restrict you from fulfilling your potential. I have just come out of a 14-year relationship that ate away at the little confidence I did have. Sometimes when I least expect it a tirade of verbal abuse in his voice will invade my brain, a memory now, but a common occurrence, until the beginning of 2017.
I'm no angel and I'm sure he has tirades of nagging that he can't shake, but together we managed to restrict each other from being the best versions of ourselves as we brought out worst in each other.
We will carry those emotional scars always, as we had a significant part of our lives together and have children. In my case, they have made me stronger.
With all scars (physical and mental), it is important to remember that it is them that makes us more unique and beautiful.
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I think that scars are a fascinating subject and I could listen for hours to someone that has some scar stories to tell, so I will very much look forward to hearing your scar stories in the comments.
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My parents break up is the biggest scar i have had to live with. I always felt like i don't have a place...always felt like i don't fit in.I spent too much time in my childhood wondering how things changed so much for us after the break up that i did not realize that time was passing by.
I woke up one morning and it dawned on me that while my family imploded and covered my face, life had gone by outside the shores of my home.
Friends had grown and moved on, cousins had gotten married and had kids etc. And i felt like i just couldn't fit in anywhere.
Today, i am a working class girl who earns some good money... a lot of people call me pretty and a lot of guys just want me by all means. I smile and try to mix up with every one but deep down i feel like i am just a spectator..like i really don't fit.
I Am slowing getting over it with a lot of effort...cos i don't want my husband and kids to have a scarred me....so I am working to reduce the effect of the scar.
But I still wonder how i would have turned out or how my life would have turned out if my parents had never divorced.
You've been through a lot emotionally but after a long time it seems like your slowly getting better and better. All the best to you and your family.
Thank you . I am stronger, wiser and better.
Hello dodiexcel. Wow, that is so deep. When I was young a family moved in next door. They had two boys who were more or less the same age group as me and my siblings. We played hockey together. Time passed. Their parents go divorced. I moved out and on. But, I have heard of the boys since. I think the oldest was negatively affected and never got over his parents divorce. Love is so deep and the pool so rich. I am glad you have a family and comprehend the importance of maintaining the innocence, solidarity, and love for your children. Yes, your life would have been different if your parents had not divorced. But, you would not have had this family you have now. Because of your scars, you give them the incredible gift of your love everyday.
That's true. loving them every day almost makes the scars shrink and get smaller. thank you and keep steeming it.
I can really understand this, my parents got divorced when I was 5 and I felt like I never fitted in. The sad thing is I have gone and done the same thing to my kids, but it was a better option than staying together. I hope that I can show my girls they always have a place.
I am sure you will show them that....because you have learnt from experience. Your girls will love you more for it. all the best.
I've only ever had one scar, and it's not a particularly interesting story. I got it as a young boy, and while I'd love to say that I got it from horsing around as young boys are wont to do, the actual story is far less interesting.
Specifically, I was tasked one evening with taking out the trash. While taking the trashback out, the top of some metal can tore through the bag and bit into my leg, leaving a large bleeding gash. I of course had no idea what to do accept for one simple idea: you need to clean any open wound. So I immediately drew a bath.
So here I was, sitting in the bath for about a hour trying to wash this cut out and wondering why I was still bleeding. I finally decided I should probably tell my parents what happened, starting with my poor mother who I damn near gave a heart attack when I showed her the wound. My parents dressed and bandaged the wound since it was too long after to really go in for stitches, resulting in the only visible scar I have.
Not a great story, but a story nonetheless.
It is a great story, thank you so much for sharing.
I'm glad I could. Not exactly a chestnut I get to reveal that much.
Huh, at least they didn't see the bathtub, full of bloody water, with you in it ;)
Why do you think my mom freaked out so bad? I was sitting in the tub for like a hour and called out to them from there.
Oh, fair enough.
after about 6 months of arguing with my ex-wife about whether I would join the army or navy, I was wanting to go ito the Army and she wanted me to join the Navy and the day that I finally agreed to join the Navy I grabbed my skateboard, went to the skatepark and probably broke my kneecap into 3pieces. I now have about a ten inch Scar down my leg over my knee cap and pieces of broken metal from the surgery 20 years ago. That is my wonderful first story. when I was 34 just before my 35th birthday I had Diverticulitis and my colon ruptured and now I have another 10 inch Scar straight up my belly from my pelvic bone to about 2 inches past my belly button and another three and scar on the left side of my belly from when I had a colostomy bag for 5 months. TaDa! moral of the story never agreed to join the Navy, and don't eat wheat... I did however find out that I was born with one kidney
My greatest scar was marked under my eyebrow when I was 11 years old, I remember the moment as clear as crystal...
I was getting into stunt scooters and skateboarding and so were my friends, so we often went out and just rode around our food some tricks. One day, we were out and there was a rather steep ramp so we were instantly tempted to do some tricks. We stacked our three skateboards on top of each other sideways and challenged each other to go down the ramp with our scooters and jump over the 1.5metre high wall of skateboards. I volunteered first so I went down the ramp with my heart beating and successfully cleared the obstacle. I loved the thrill so I went down another time. This time however, my back wheel clipped on the wall and I fell head first. I was unconscious for a few minutes but when I woke up, I found my friends calling my parents, who promptly arrived and took me to A&E. I had a huge gash through my eyebrow and I had 32 stitches.
I still have a rather noticeable scar through my eyebrow now, reminding me of the event.
Please wear helmets everybody!
I shared my eyebrow scar story below but I did not share how it happened. Mine was not quite as exciting or adventurous as yours. I was around the same age you were to. A friend of the family who was a few years younger than me had my coconut head bank and I was chasing her around the kitchen with it. Next thing you know I fell and hit my head onto the metal legs of one of the kitchen chairs. I think I was laughing when I got up until I was escorted to the bathroom and I saw the blood. My dad took me to the hospital and stayed with me, despite the nurses wanting him to leave. It is still a cherished memory of him over 40 years later and 15 years after his passing.
Reading through these stories, I'm beginning to be convinced that some scars are meant to happen.
I am going to show this story to my 6 year old who always requests no helmet when she goes out skateboarding or scootering (I am there too at the moment, she is not by herself. )
I appreciate your great stories. Scars appear to be a theme tonight is the posts I've read as I am just coming off work where the scars are all types. Anyhow, I had an eight year relationship. She left me. It hurt. But, now I am married 18 years with children and it is wonderful. Scars are a fascinating. I have so many that I feel blessed. I love the gold repairs because that's how it is, isn't it? My family scars are emotional. But, there are many physical. For example, when I was around 10, we lived on an island. And used the boats. And there are tides. Many of you know this but.. We had a dingy on an outhaul. That is a dock with a rope and pulley system tied to a buoy to an anchor. At high tide the water was up to the dock. At low tide, the rocks with periwinkles were about 12 feet below. As it happened, one day I pulled and pulled on the rope. But, seaweed was caught in the pulley. So, the rope broke and over I went. I did not even realize it. The fall hurt. I have had a few since but this was the first. A guy found me. I think people carried me home. The cuts from the rocks and periwinkles last for I do not know how long. And the girl of my young dreams visited me. She showed tenderness and caring at our young age. Somehow as long as we live there can be healing and something greater after the scars.
Love this <3
Thank you Hope Huggs for your positive response.
When i was still in Primary school, my mother who was teacher, made sure that i never strayed too far from our home. I had all sorts of activities to keep me busy; siestas, homework, home lessons, etc. I hated it. So anytime, she was not around, i played with my friends to my heart's content.
On this day, i had returned from school and she was yet to return from work. My friends invited me and my cousin, who lived with us then, to a game of mopo. It is sort of like tag but you become It if the ball touches you. If you are It, you have to try to hit the other players with the ball, at the same time, each player, holding batons and bats try to get the ball as far as possible away from you. it was an interesting game.
One of the rules of the game was that the player with the ball could not move from the spot where he or she picked the ball. Unfortunately for me that fateful day, the boy with the ball broke the rule and chased after me. I ran, trying to avoid being hit by the ball.
One of my neighbors had a stack of roofing sheets on his sewage tank and i, feeling as dexterous as a mountain goat, decided to jump over it, instead of running around it.
I jumped successfully and landed on the other side. I continued running until a friend screamed 'blood'. I looked down and behold my flesh was puckered like pouty lips below my left knee. I had felt nothing before but as soon as i saw the injury, the pain hit and i burst into tears. I was not crying because i was injured, i was crying because the injury had gotten me into trouble with my mom.
My mom came home to find me on the chair with my leg raised up and a roll of tissue paper seating on it like a cap. She didn't scold me that day,neither did my father but the tetanus injection was enough to clear my head. I still have the scar of that injury below my knee till date. That is my scar story.
I can understand completely the feeling of not wanting to get into trouble with your mom. Great story, thank you for sharing.
God bless you.
This one came from working on a plastic molding machine a few years ago. This was a burn from getting too close to the injector screw.
I also broke my arm at the wrist and they had to move my carpel tunnel nerve to put a plate in. Pictures are available but not recommended viewing. So I attached the less graphic version. This I got from chasing my parents dogs away from the road and I fell on my wrist.
Then there are the 20 other scars I have...
That is a whole series of post content. Wow, definitely no chasing animals it would seem ad no getting to close to your work. Thanks for sharing.
WOW Great post!
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my biggest scars are from not buying and hodling more bitcoin and altcoins, at one point I had over 900 ether, over 534000 ripple, over 35 bitcoins...all kinds of everything and now i basically have nothing...these steem are more or less all i have left and even that will never make me enough to catch up to what i used to have....its heartbreaking and i dont go more than 24 hours without thinking how my life and stress level could of been so different
There's always another opportunity around the corner!
Do not lose hope you can start again. Live in rhe present and learn from the past.
Gutting I'm sure. I think how different things could have been if I invested what I earned from Steemit, back into Steemit from the start, but I'm making up for it now. It wasn't your time, don't lose heart.
Yes, the price increase over the past few days makes me wish I would not have been so quick to cash some of it out. You have to play it safe though. Many people could have a scar of waiting too long to take money and ending up without anything.
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Bloody hell!!!
that is a huge bummer but don't dwell in the past!!
The story is not personal. It is for all.
yup...
I've burned myself working mcdonald's numerous times! Every had a fry basket tattoo?
I think if I worked in Maconalds, or any fast food restaurant my hands and arms would be covered in scars. I'm bad enough taking things in and out my own oven!
A fry basket tattoo? You'd always have a place to play noughts and crosses.
My First Scar story happened when I was 8, I saw a kid (a young goat), close to the refuse dump at a friends house. I was really fascinated by the goat eating some of the waste which was located close to the dump so I gave the goat a chase. I chased the goat to the extent that I fell flat on the grass and my knee hit a Big Stone, I still have the scar till date. since then, I had stopped chasing animals whenever I saw them.
The stone was this Big as I was told:
So your telling me that there's a radioactive goat on the loose.
lol
My kids fall down often in the fun of the chase, but luckily no big stones yet. I have just managed to convince my 4 year old not to run with her hands in her pockets as she fell down twice in 3 minutes and hit her face on the floor - no scars, or injuries thankfully.
I will think that in the night!!
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Thank you so much for sharing your story of your scars! Sometimes these stories can be so hard to share and can he like changing as you mentioned. You have encouraged me to write a story about one of mine. I appreciate you very much for encouraging me in my life evolvement. To you I am very grateful
I'm glad that you found them inspiring.
I was 5-6 years old as far my parrents could remember. I was playing with a toy car like every normal kid but what i didn't know that i was near an glass table. As my mom was making dinner i was able to hit the side of my head near the ear and make a hole near my eye. I was not aware of that i just continued playing. Blood was everywhere and when my mom turned around to call me for dinner she started screeming. I was rushed into the hospital and got 10 stitches for it. I still have that scar near my ear . And friends who know me always asked me what's that scar from.
As a parent, I can really feel what your mom must have felt. My first thought would be to hope it was a ketchup accident!
Cant even remember my first scar....lolxxxxx
Keep going
My first scar I was about 3 or 4 and I was at a house party in Venezuela with my parents. There were a lot of kids everywhere and a toy tank made out of plastic that didn't roll very well. It was on the side walk, so I happily went up behind it, leaned over and attempted to push it down the side walk excitedly. Since it didn't roll very well against concrete, it stayed where it was and I flipped over it, slamming my chin against the sidewalk. I got a few stitches and still have the scar on my chin from this.
I know all about scars on chins. And re-opening old wounds too. Had these inflatable monster feet slippers that I was wearing and tripped over in and chin was bleeding all over again.
Very Interesting Story !
I love it.
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I got stabbed at a party by a bunch of gangsters wannabees. They punctured a bunch of my vital organs in the process. Thank god I was really drunk. They had to cut me open from top to bottom, my scar is pretty bad.
Thank goodness you are alive.
Lol most days I wish I wasn't, but that's life
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gonna get.
Sometimes these scars reminds me my childhoods storys of my loved ones...I have scar on my knee I got it while playing with my brother and now I evrytime I look at it .it reminds me of my lost brother...
These things happen for a reason. It is good to have a physical reminder of memories where loved ones are concerned, they keep it real.
my biggest scars is that I have no future in my country currently... I have a job but It is not even enough to spend on my daily needs.. so I decided to learn about digital currencies and invest small money in them maybe someday I could change my life...
the main thing that scares me is to stay in this situation. but i am optimistic that it is going to change soon
You are taking steps to change your situation, that in itself is amazing.
you are right..!
Wow... These are really scary scar stories
got my biggest scar when i was 7 or 8, was holding a glass pitcher and accidentally broke it coz i was in a hurry... so clumsy of me... just because my favorite show was about to start, The Flash during the 90's... bled too much have to go to the ER ...
My 6-year-old is always asking to use a glass pitcher. Oh no, and you missed your program.
Elbows, knees, lip, toes, and pinky finger and I'm sure more on the way. I like very much the idea of turning them into history and honor. As for the inside emotional stuff that's a little tougher to wear proudly. But many times they are representative of learning and growing, so all good. Really enjoyed this retreat from crypto chaos, thanks!
Yeah the emotional stuff is a bit tougher.
As they say, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger
well i have a story but i think words cannot define my story properly love ur one thanxs for such a nice post
I once left my garage door open all night on accident, my dog Stitch an old and loving shitzu got out and apparently fell asleep behind my grandpa's car. The next morning when my grandpa backed out he ran Stitch over on accident I don't know how Stitch didn't wake up when the car started or when the garage door opened but it was a very sad morning.
Oh that was so sad. Pets are family too.
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My first scar was when I was 2 years old. I fell from our house staircase down to the floor. It left me a 1-inch stitch that scarred for years. It faded and followed by more scars as part of growing-up. But I found that the deepest scars which a person could ever had is heartache aftermath which leaves traumatic, enduring and haunting recurrent strike of pain.
Yes I agree, the deepest scars are emotional ones and no-one can see and feel them except you.
so true. and they last longer than the physical ones .
Let's talk about scars!! Lol..
I got a scar on my forehead back when I was 6 years old...
I got it from cats fighting one night..
I can't remember all the details but my mom said that we lost a cat that just went back home that night... We had a new cat back then and my mom said that the old one got jealous(not sure if it was true hahha) and fought our new cat. So that was literally a cat fight.
I had to undergo and take several vaccines for anti-rabies and I had to go to school with bandages and a swelling face.
That was about 20 years ago. The Scar is now smaller but still visible. Funny thing is I didn't get traumatized taking care of cats right after that incident. Instead I got interested in them more...
I can't imagine not loving cats, my hands used to be covered with cat scratches as a teenager from playing with them.
I know... I have 4 furrballs and my day's not complete without seeing them doing their crazy stuffs... haha
Hello, great blog by the way, I have had many scaring stories but I would be glade to share one that I think you guys would enjoy. I hope no one judeges me, but i have death follow me my whole life. I will be sharing my story about one out of the two cousins i had die with in 10 min being with them, so here it goes. I live in a town that attracts many terrorist that vistit the smoky mountains in East Tennessee. Mybcousin and his family owned and operated a concreat staute facility, where the sold figurens. This cousin and I were very close, btotherly like. It seems people that get casted to the side by there family and ceciaty seem to attract to each other, but i truly loved him. He and I are the same age and at this time we were 35.
He was married for the second tine and things seemed to be doing well, we both had problems with drugs and alchooal, I had orderd a pizza. for pic up and my girlfriend and I were on our way back home to enjoy a movie and pizza. On the way back up the drive towards my house, there he was in the middle of the road slomped over. He just lived with his sister right below me. So as I aprothed him and stood him up, it seemed that he had been beat up, I noticed the throw up on his shirt, but I didnt smell any alcahool. I could not understand what had happened to him. After washing his face off and a new shirt, I finally found out him and his soon to be wife were in an argument. I drove him around for two hours trying to keep him from going unconscious. Now please understand I have seen him in this state many times. This has haunted me from that very day that i didnt take him to the hospital.
But after speaking with his parents they tried to send him but he fought every EMS personel. Now withar said and me feeding him, he requested to sleep in the shope where he worked. I know that i shouldnt lay him down, so I sat him up wright in his set. The next morning my mother busted inside my house say that my cousin had died. This was the 2nd cousin I lost in one month do to drugs and alcohol. Guys please dont let this happen to you.
This is a small part of my testamony to coming back to Jesus. There is so many things I could have done, but Father God has shown me how close death was, it was knocking on my door. The EMS said he died with in 5min of being set down, so Im trying to do work for Christ while im here, come follow me, I will be sharing some ore crazy things God has shown me, I hope this helps someone I love you guys. And thanks for the up vote.
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Scary stuff
My biggest scar happened when i was 11 years old
I fell from the balcony of the first floor of a 3-storey building we had in Lagos.
I'm glad you are still here to be able to comment ;)
Interesting and entertaining stories of your scars. very funny that you share it
I'm glad you liked them.
hopehuggs you are so pretty. love it
Thank you <3
Do we share horror stories with you?
You can do, if they are true and scar related :)
I understand.
my first scar as long as I remember is on my left eyebrow. I got it while playing in my neighbor's house. I slipped and my head hit on the bed's corner. I was around 2 at that time. my mom told me when that scar started to fade away again while playing I hit my head on ground by accident and got a permanent scar on that smae place.
Yes. I understand that too, with my chin, I reopened it a further time when I was about 11, when I hit it going down a waterslide.
One night in the same room when we were 7 years old we sleep with my head. If you needed a night, wake me up, tell me you will not find it too dark at home. I said OK. I was thirsty in the middle of the night. I found a kitchen to hold the wall and drink water. I also hit the heater next to my bed. Squeeze lightly. I used to say no. In the morning, the only thing I have is blood. bruise I am more embarrassed. this time reminds me of a wound on the right side of my eyelid. It's an interesting story but I hope you like it. :)) @adsactly
I have small scars on my knees from when I was about 7. My brother let me hold the dog and she dragged me all the way up the hill because I wouldn't let go. The stories and scars of children
When I was little I was always scar to be in the dark each time I fond myself in the dark I got so scar and terrify. I so much love being in the light room. I mum always keep the light in my room switch on when ever I want to sleep
my greatest scar is having doubting existence of God.people go through things problem mine was no different though I was devastated ,confused I didn't know what to do and so I said to myself "I don't think there is God " few days later a colleague of mine died.He wasn't shot he wasn't stabbed he was just found dead In a car.That was when the same thought came again and I was like am I not being stupid for Doubting existence of God.It tool me time to figure out that my being alive today is not by luck it is God who has chosen to keep me alive.Though I know he has forgiven me but that scar will always be there I will always remember I doubted my maker. @adsactly
I have a scar on my ankle from climbing a tree I was a teenager and the bark went inside when I fell down. not fun lol
Ouch! It must have been a pain just get any splinters out.
But the little paper cuts and splinters are painful
Eek, my ex-husband has a scar on his ankle too, the bone split in two when he jumped off a skateboard when someone else was on it when he was 26. Still has a metal plate in there.
wow that sounds much worse than mine
My first scared incident was happened on my child age...
I scared to saw my shadow...........
I am i wright....???????
are you agree in your life....?
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i agree that
My kids have gone through a being frightened of their shadows stage.
wow, i love this post and i would to share mine too.i got my first @ the age of 3, when my mother was teaching me how to read for the first time. as a teacher she wanted his first son to be intellectually active like other kids in her class. i was a type that never takes things serious easily, so when she asks me to pronounce something i would jovially say what i like and this was really making her angry but i didn't notice it till when i felt a sharp pain on ankle, unfortunately she whipped me with a metal strand she found on the floor nearby, i bled so bad, because i was still small then she had to treat me up. but the scar is still there. hope you enjoyed my own story
Don't think I can remember as far back as being 3. I hope you kept your joviality anyway.
Excelente physical and mental
Scars can certainly be either.
This is one of my stories ..It's all the stories I've saved for my little sister. I hope you like ..
Cookie Thief
One night a woman was waiting at the airport, There was a lot of time, when the plane got up. He bought a book from the shop at the airport and a packet of cookies and found a place to sit.
He had trapped himself in his book so much that the man sitting next to him was as bold as he could see that he had bought some cookies from the package between them, no matter how much he could not see.
One side was reading the book, one side was making cookies, the other was at the time, "cookie thief" slowly consuming cookies. You were in the middle of your ear watch, but you still could not stop your tics getting annoyed. He thought to himself, "If I were not a polite person, I would get the eyes of this man!"
When he reached out to each cookie, the man extended his hand. Finally, when a single cookie was left in the pantry, he said to himself, "What shall we do now?" The man, with a nervous smile on his face, doubled to the last cookie and the second cookie. He gave his half to the mouth while he was throwing the cookie, to the other half-woman.
The woman took it as if it was a cook, and she took the cookie from the man's hand and said, "Oh my god, what a bold and rude man, even a thank you!" He did not remember his life so annoyed.
When your flight was announced, let's have a drink. To the collective goods and the walk-in door, "Cookie thief" na, even if he did not look back. He sat on the plane and sat on his comfy chair, Then stretched out, to his book, which was about to be finished.
As he extended his hand to his bag, his eyes opened with surprise. He was standing in front of your eyes with a packet cookie! He cried in despair, "If these are my cookies, and the others shared it with me and shared every cookie! "He realized that he was too late to apologize, he was a" cookie thief "who was sadly, rude and daring.
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Ok, here goes mine... I was in the 1st grade, riding the bus to school and I was trying to impress the little girl sitting in the seat across from me... I jumped up in the air and then came down hard as the bus driver hit an enormous bump in the road.. I shot back up into the air (bc I was so small at the time) and came down vigorously and smashed my head on the metal bar on the side of the bus... cracked my head open and my winter coat which was yellow at the time soon changed colors to a bloody red lol now I have a scar on the back of my head from where I had 18 stitches
But did you impress the little girl? Yikes, accidents happen so easily.
Hahaha the question of all questions.... lol the answer is NO haha she just laughed at me :-( poor @conradsuperb
At least you made her smile :)
i would too if i were her..lol
yes
Ah those psychological scars take the longest to heal, if ever. Lovely glimpse into scars.
I'm riddled with scars but my favourites are from the tiger attack.
Ok, not really a tiger attack but that's what I told my kids and grandkids when they were little.
During my first pregnancy, I gained A LOT of weight. The rapid stretching of the skin made it look like I'd been clawed -- each side of my belly button -- by a tiger.
The scars have faded now, but they're still my tiger attack scars.
I like that "tiger attack scars".
cheers :D
That is such a cool scar story. I like that. I have a tribal symbol of a crocodile head on my stomach that means, aptly for being pregnant, passage between the worlds. It was kind of funny seeing that blow up and shrink again whilst pregnant, then after.
Oh wow. I can only imagine how cool it was to see your crocodile expand. Yaya!
Thanks for this post. Looking forward to the next one.
when i was a kid we had a very tall tree in the backyard that was positioned over a spike fence, my brother and i decided to get some rope and climb the tree(which went amazing well) things went wrong we we tried to rappel down the tree, mind you we were 5 and 6 yrs old, i grabbed that rope and did my best GI JOE impersonation and slid down the robe like it was greased, i landed butt cheek first on one of those spikes and was kinda stuck there , my brother finally got down and helped me off of the spike and we walked up to the back door of the house, it was a sliding glass door and my mother was on the phone, so after a minute or two i just turned around and pointed at my butt, and all hell broke loose, i never cried once until we ended up in the E,R and i had to stick my head in the chair with my butt sticking up in the waiting room, i think the 10 scar on my ass is not quite as bad as the scar on my psyche from having my ass hanging out in a room full of strangers.
Haha! Good story.
hanging up in the air...hahahahah.... that is so funny..lolzzzz. sorry for the pain though..lolzz
Thanks for sharing this. I feel your pain but can't help but laugh.
You are a good at telling a story. I laughed and cried with you and felt the pain of both scars.
Wow,beautiful post!I think most of us carry around emotional scars and that is sad because they are hidden inside and many times forgotten
But unfortunately not by us
But we have the tendency to ignore them when is too much to handle
True, but then when they reopen they are even more traumatic to deal with.