Scars

I have scars all over. I think that I hurt myself every summer so bad that I always needed stitches. Needles and pain don’t really bother me and I do not get queasy at the sight of blood; I have been in a lot of physical pain in my life. Here are three short, how I got those, stories.

I had three stitches in my head, right on the top of my crown almost in the middle. If my head was the target for lawn darts, my cousin who threw the dart would have won. Oh that’s right, we were playing lawn darts and it did hit me on the top of my head. We were playing in my Grandpa’s front yard. I wanted to see the dart hit the ground so I was standing by the target. My Cousin Mitch threw the dart as high as he could and then yelled at me to move. I ran 10’ away from the target and then thud. I got hit in the noggin. Three stitches later I was a poster boy for why that toy got banned.

I almost lost the baby toe on my right foot. I was at my Uncle’s cabin in the Whiteshell. We were just having a great time swimming and going for boat rides. The Whiteshell is full of islands most of which have cabins on them. You have no choice but to get around on boats. We were getting ready to leave so I stepped in our boat. I did not know that my toe had gone into a small draining hole under the front bench. The boat was aluminum so the sharp metal cut a full circle around my toe. We wrapped the foot in a shirt and a towel and rushed to the local hospital. I don’t know how many stitches I got, but it was an intense situation.

The last scar story happened to my hand. I have a 1 inch scar on the upper part of my right palm just above the joint that connects my ring and middle finger to my hand, the knuckle. It was winter and I was playing during recess at John Prichard, my elementary school. I was standing near the chain link fence and I slipped. I tried to grab the cross bar to keep myself from falling, but instead I put a sharp prong from the top of the chain fence through my palm, between my fingers and up into the skin on the back of my hand. The spike did not break through the other side. I ripped my hand off the fence, held my hand as tight as I could and went on with my day. I did not get stitches for this one.