I am not accident prone and was hard pressed to find a scar at all - never mind a scar with a story. After all, how exciting can the little round scar be on my stomach, where they pulled my gall bladder out after it quit working? But then I remembered the very first scars I ever got.
When I was a kid I had chicken pox, just like every other kid on the planet before they developed a vaccine, only I was lucky enough to get them twice. The first time around I didn't have very many so apparently I didn't develop immunity. Lucky me. The second time around was brutal, or so I've heard. I was too young to remember more than what my parents told me about it but the stories are horrible. Apparently they couldn't stop me from scratching at the ones on my face and I was left with two perfectly round pox scars - one over each of my eyebrows.
When I got old enough to be sarcastic and sassy, I started telling people it was where my horns had been before I broke them off. Ironically, I think my mother in law might have believed me...
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