So I bear some scars on me...thing is, I don't have a mark on me that I don't recall how it got there
BUT the word scar seems so harsh.......so lets just call them marks :)
I was in a primary boarding school that had lots of barbed wire....wire around paddocks of green grass....we were allowed to step on the grass....so i wonder why the short fences with barbed wire...anyhoo....I think each child who passed through this primary school must have been grazed...I cant remember what I was doing, but I got myself a huge deep cut on my leg. No idea why I didn't go and see the school nurse...I just stayed with it till it healed!!! no tetanus shot, no fever...waa...God does indeed take care of children...
My thumb also has a mark,...the nail is not curved well, is more angular....this i recall very vaguely what happened...and if I remember right, I think I actually saw the bone on my thumb!!....the thumb had gotten swollen and the swelling had to be cut off....years ago when i tried getting the real story from mother, she said, weeeeeeeeeeeeeee don't even go there! and that was that....so details of what happened, i may never know
Then of course the stretchmarks all over my body! thankfully I paid attention to a tip to rub my growing tummy with copious amounts of good old Vaseline when expectant, so I did this for the three rounds and so that was sorted...should have done the same for my legs though...LOL...anyways, these ones I wear with pride....I carried humans for crying out loud....some marks of victory have to remain on me!!!
