Scars. Visible marks that hide the tales of our life.
As the years pass my scars seem to accumulate.
The chubby scar on my knuckle from when I sliced through my finger cutting bread as a child. I thought I’d make my parents breakfast in bed. Blood sausage, anyone?
The long snake scar on my thumb that blazes white. A reminder of the day I slit my thumb open on my bike when I fell in the rain.
The full moon scar on my knee from when I ran along a cobblestone path and fell on a spiky rock.
The chunky scar on the bottom of my foot from a summer day. I had been jumping from rock to rock at waterfalls and slipped, landing on a jagged piece of glass. My boyfriend nearly fainted at all the blood. They never did get all the glass out. It sleeps there, still, a lumpy reminder under my skin.
The long line that cuts low across my abdomen where I had a dermoid tumor removed. Wonderfully benign.
Of course I could make up exotic, dangerous stories about these events – like Harrison Ford does so awesomely in Working Girl. But I think his real levitra version confession in the movie is much sweeter. He actually got the real-life scar in a car accident. Check out some other celebs scars.
As a child I thought my belly button was a scar that would come undone and all my insides would fall out. I wore a band aid over it for weeks to keep that from happening. It must have worked.
My mother had cancer cut from her neck. One side of her was smooth and taut, the other wrinkled and worn. She joked how she wished she could have had the other side done too. But to me it was a daily reminder she was alive.
In my new novel I’m writing I’ve connected my characters by scars. They all have scars that bear the memory of dark times. Times they don’t want to relive, but carry a witness of always. Memories they can’t escape.
As a scar is a reminder of a healing process, I like to think I’ve done a lot of healing. 🙂
How about you? Do you have a scar that has a fascinating tale behind it? (or one you just want to make up?)
I do have a scar with an interesting story. It’s on my lower lip and barely visible now. I got it when I was three. We were living in an old house on a naval base, and my grandparents were visiting. I had been put in bed for a nap. I dreamed a giant lady bug – bigger than I was – crawled onto the mattress, and that woke me up. I didn’t want to be in that bed any longer, so I explored the dresser drawers and found my grandfather’s razor. I decided to try shaving. I didn’t do a very good job – hence, the scar!
Judy, holy moly! That is a freaky story – and I cringe just thinking of what worse horrific thing could have befallen you. Thinking of you shaving with that razor – I shudder! Did you get in trouble or your grandfather? 🙂
Well, I’ve got the scars on my knees to forever remind me that I am a total klutz at sports! I was playing softball on the company team (filling in-I usually just managed the team), actually got a hit, took off for first base, slipped, and splatted on the dirt, knees all torn to ribbons!
Then, of course, there’s the ugly scar across my belly that marks when my little one came into this world – a week earlier than expected. My healing from the C-section was long and painful, but my Toddler was worth it!
Kerry
Kerry, I am a total klutz at sports too…how brave you were then to be on the company softball team. I can only imagine how horrible that C-section healing was – but you are right, your child is worth all the pain we endure 🙂
I have several scars just because I’ve been tripping and falling for such a long time, but the only one anyone ever notices is the almost perfectly round one between my eyebrows… where I scratched when I had chicken pox over 50 years ago. At least, that’s what my mom said caused it 🙂
Dawn, I’m scarred all over too from my many trips and falls. Also, as I am a speed-demon whether its biking or skiing (that one I cartwheeled down the mountain and ended up in a full length cast). How funny, the chicken pox story. So you wonder if its true? perhaps you could make up a much more dangerous tale then! Shot between the eyes and you lived?? 🙂
What a great idea! Love the scar trail. I have two on my belly for Caesarians and one on my neck from a minor surgery. Another on my leg from where I cut myself on a kiddie pool. This things were treacherous!!
Gosh, Catherine, TWO Caesarians? You are a trooper! Kiddie pools are dangerous, I have tripped over many in my life! I actually broke my toe tripping over a laundry basket once, so klutz is in me 🙂
I have a few scars–both external and internal. They indeed molded me and continue to do so… Great post, Donna. BTW, I remember that scene. Too cute.
Internal scars too, indeed, Mina. Guess the external and internal ones connect us all together in making us who we are 🙂
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