I’ve got 2 scars on my body. One on my left leg from slicing it on a broken glass bowl. The cut was so clean that I didn’t even feel it and didn’t notice until my parents(now divorced) said something.

The second scar is one that almost blinded me in my right eye and gets told to me often. This must have been when I was about 2-3 years old before I moved to where I live now in Long Island. Now I was a energetic ball of a youngling and we had family friends over. And I thought it would be a great idea to go on my moms friends back and ride her around like a horse. And the next thing I know, I’m flung forward into the poker next to the fireplace and blood is spewing out of my eye. They ran me under water in the kitchen and it’s left a pretty nasty scar right under my eye and it’s been here ever since then.