Scars of my Body

Today we will talk about the painful memories my body sustains from being to careless or simply bad luck.

I remember that when I was at school, once I fell on the back of a chair, cutting my chin. When I was a child I burnt myself with an electric iron.  I also got bitten twice by two different dogs. When I was small a Rottweiler my aunt had for protection caged outside, escaped and bit me in the head, I literally had my head in his jaws. I don't remember the scene but that is what I was told. The second time was when I was older, a stray dog bit me on my right arm because he didn't want me near, it was a mix of a Doberman and who knows what more. It was the first time I used a plaster, and I still I carry two scars that represent the spots of the bite marks, they look as if I was vaccinated, and they are located on my right elbow. I didn't stop liking dogs, but I try to be extra careful around them, since I know I attract the jaws of the dogs. When I was too small to remember anything (thankfully) I almost lost my left ring finger, because my brother closed the door of the railing from behind too strongly, without looking, and I had unfortunately put my finger in between. They told me it was cut in two, united by a thread of skin, and you could see the bone, so my mother instinctively put it back together  as she took me to the emergency center. They stitched it up and I am happy to say I didn't lose it, even though it could have been a sad possibility. And my last tale will be about the time I sprained my foot (I don't remember which one), it is not a gruesome story but I remember I had a dance performance after I had the lesion. It was an event with an elegant cocktail, which I assisted and danced even though my foot hurt a lot, I still remember myself trying to smile hard to not show the pain.