HNT
According to my site reports, I'm inviting the pervs in by participating in HNT, but what the hell.
When I was 8 years old, I was walking with my friends to CCD like a nice little Catholic girl. Raving klutz that I am, I tripped over a frost heave (or, as I called it later, when the tree roots push the asphalt up and make a bump) and landed smack on my face. Holy shit, did that hurt. I still remember looking in a mirror and seeing the whole space under my nose covered in blood. You know how faces bleed.
Anyway, I got to CCD and got cleaned up. But the legacy is this lovely scar under my nose. It's faded a lot since I was a kid, but if you look close, you can still see it. Just a reminder for me to watch where I'm going.
Isn't it funny how scars always have a story behind them?
When I was 8 years old, I was walking with my friends to CCD like a nice little Catholic girl. Raving klutz that I am, I tripped over a frost heave (or, as I called it later, when the tree roots push the asphalt up and make a bump) and landed smack on my face. Holy shit, did that hurt. I still remember looking in a mirror and seeing the whole space under my nose covered in blood. You know how faces bleed.
Anyway, I got to CCD and got cleaned up. But the legacy is this lovely scar under my nose. It's faded a lot since I was a kid, but if you look close, you can still see it. Just a reminder for me to watch where I'm going.
Isn't it funny how scars always have a story behind them?
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