"Describe an unforgettable experience."
Scarred. Yes, that's me. I've been scarred and it might stay as it is forever.
Probably, you're thinking that this is gonna be one of those emo kids' stories. Stories where they ramble about their sorry lives and where they rant all the problems they're going through. Guess what? It's not.
By scar, I literally meant the mark left on the skin after a wound. Yes, those kind of scar. You see, I was a clumsy kid during my childhood, as a result, I've a couple scars here and there. Some are memorable and there's some I don't even remember when and where I've gotten them. So here are my stories behind some of my scars.
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What my first scar looks like |
Another scar is located behind my right leg. It's about three and a half long gash. I'm not really proud of this scar (But hey! who would be proud of a scar?), because it reminds me of how clumsy I was during elementary. It happened when I was cleaning the blackboard. I stood in a chair to clean up the parts of the blackboard that I can't reach. And when I was done, I jumped down. I didn't remember that the chair was broken and has sharp edges, and so, it scraped my right leg. And that's how I got my not-so-cool scar.
There are still some scars I didn't write about. It's probably I can't remember how I got it or I don't really have an idea as to how I got it. Even so, I think that my scars are reminders of some of my most unforgettable events in the past. That in the past, I somehow did something wrong. This little things reminds of what I should not do anymore.
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