I remember as a teenager having a conversation with a friend about scars. She said she would never want to have a scar removed because they all have a story behind them - they are a part of who you are. Hmmm, I don't know.
Over my thirty years I have acquired a few scars - a few on my forehead, one on my shin, another on my thigh. None of these scars have a cool story behind them. In fact most of them have a rather embarrassing story to go along with them. The least embarrassing of the bunch is the scar I got from this.
Bubblehead has some scars, too, but all of his seem to have some really cool story with them. He has a scar on his leg that he got while rock climbing, and he fell a short distance and gashed it up. He's got one from a motorcycle, and another one on his arm that involved alcohol.
My newest scar (which I still have hopes will disappear completely one day) looks like I could have gotten it while rock climbing. Maybe I'll just make up story to go with it, to tell this summer when I'm sure to be asked about it. (I don't have to mention that it's really from this, do I?)
So if scars and the incidents behind them really do make up who you are, what does that say about me? Certainly not daring, or risk-taking. Just klutzy, I'm afraid.
