Big Scar, Little Scar

Everybody is writing about their scars...why? Did I miss a day that Carter offered extra credit for writing about scars? Probably, so I am going to write about mine even though I most likely won't get extra credit for it.

My family moved to our new house outside of Cleveland the summer before sixth grade, June of 2005 to be exact! We moved right into a HUGE mess. Junk everywhere!

 One day while we were cleaning up some of the mess in our yard, my brother came across a medium sized metal boat. Justin called my dad over to check it out and my dad suggested that we float it down the canal. My sister and I got excited about it so my dad allowed us to quit working for the day and we got to work fixing up this boat. We took it too my dad's shop on the other side of town and patched up all the holes we could see. While the patch glue stuff dried my dad loaded some panels in the back of the truck to haul to the house.

My siblings and I rode in the back of the truck on the way over. When we got to the house I went to hop over the side of the truck. While in the process, my foot got stuck in the panels and I fell out right on my head. I sat up and felt something fall from my head, thinking it was a bunch of little rocks that got stuck to my face. I reached up to brush the rocks off my face and when I looked at my hand it was covered in blood. Then I started to cry. My dad came over, cleaned me up, and stuck a butterfly band-aid on my eyebrow then put me back in the truck and rushed me to the clinic. That was the first time I ever got stitches and I sure hope it is the last. The worst part about the whole thing was that I had to get a Tetanus shot. Ow!

When I got home I still wanted to float down the canal in the boat we fixed up. So my dad loaded up the boat and we all drove down to the canal - I sat in the front of the truck - and floated our little boat for the rest of the day. I now have a small pink scar that runs through my right eyebrow. My eyebrow never completely grew back in where the scar is so it looks like I did a bad job plucking my eyebrow. Ah well, that's just life I guess.

My big scar is much more recent, much more painful, and much scarier. Last easter, my family went out to The Reef with Weston's family. We all had motorcycles and four wheelers and went riding about every day. One day we were out for a ride on this road that occasionally crossed the wash. I was on my motorcycle behind Weston's dad where a part of the trail had been washed out. I hit a rock and slid off the road into a deep hole and caught my pants on some brush on the way down. It ripped my pants open on my right thigh. Weston had to help me get my bike out of the hole and get me back on the trail. We finally got my bike running and then headed on our way.

When we got back onto the main dirt road, I let my brother pass me so I could ride in the back of the pack and drive a bit slower for a while. All of the bikes were in a single file line going about 30 miles an hour. As I watched my brother I noticed that he had hit a washboard section of the road so I slid more to the middle so I wouldn't have to ride through it too. The next thing I knew, Justin was on the ground and rolled right in front of me. I didn't have time to swerve or brake, so I ended driving right over the top of him. I was so scared that I slammed on the brakes, letting the bike slide sideways with my right leg underneath the bike. I ran over to help my brother and make sure he was ok. He had the wind squished out of him so I helped him get his helmet and chest protector off so he could breath. About that time I noticed some pain in my right leg. I looked down to where I had previously ripped my pants and found a huge gash about 5 inches long and my pants were ripped even more.

I now have a thick dark scar on my leg from that experience, that I have shown off to the volleyball team, since the only time you can see it is when I wear my spandex. It was quite a scary experience running over my brother and I am sure glad I was hurt more than he was.