happyboy

Remember those good ol' days when you were little and your body had almost mutant-like ability to heal it self? Almost any injury, knee scrap, boo boo, what have you would heal fast and, more often then not, leave no trace behind. Now that I'm older, it's an entirely different story.

I wouldn't say I'm accident prone but, I am definitely clumsy. I bang into stuff all the time, not to mention, I have managed to inadvertently cut myself with my utility knife enough times that I have nicknamed it my "lil' bloody." Needless to say, I have dibbits all over my body from these little scrapes with life. Heck! I have a scar on each of my forearms in almost the identical spot both of which I got burning myself while cooking.

It just sucks, I got more then my fair share of scrapes as a child but, more then half of them faded out of existence. Now, the slightest ding and I have a memento to forever remind me of the occassion. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't running out of made up stories to romanticize how I got each one.

For example:

A nice burn mark I got on my knee from a motorcycle accident I actually got when I triped in the living room and scraped my knee on the rug

Small gash on my forehead I got playing football I actually got installing some bookshelves in my room.