Scars are something we carry around with us throughout our whole lives. Sometimes they fade, but there will always be a faint mark that reminds us of our past traumas. The thing about scars is that they remind us of all sorts of situations from our past that aren't always necessarily bad, even though they may have hurt. Sometimes we even show them off as a badge of honor.
How did you get the scar that you show off most often?
I was about 6, sledding in my neighbor's backyard and I ran straight into their above-ground pool at top speed. My mom was calling me home, but I didn't come right away because my leg hurt and I was crying. By the time I got into the front yard my mom came over and was angry. My neighbor's father came out and tried to calm me down by rubbing my hurt knee over my snowpants. When I got inside my own house and took off my snowpants, we discovered that I had a huge gash in my knee that was pouring blood and fat. My mom almost passed out but my dad came home and took me to the hospital. Got a ton of stitches and didn't even get grounded.