Scars
I thought I’d write about the scars that my body has accumulated over the years, from various accidents and other incidents.
There’s one on my forehead, which I’m told derives from a temper tantrum when I was two. Apparently I hit it on the corner of a brick wall.
When I was a preschooler I fell off a bunk bed and needed stitches in my head, and you’d probably find a scar there if you shaved my head. I remember tiny fragments of this event, but not most of it. I remember feeling dazed, and more specifically, responding in a dazed way when asked which of two adults should trim the hair back.
