SCARS

I was laying in my bed reading something, then noticed my arm and the gray scar I had on it since I was in Pre-School. I remember when I first got it. I was siting on the bus on my way to daycare, not even knowing that there was a hole in my backpack, or that my pencil was punctured in my arm. I don't remember it hurting, all I remember was getting off the bus, and feeling something exit my arm. That was when I noticed a black whole in my skin. I also remember not wanting to look at it, so all the nurse did was clean it, and put a bandaid over it so I would leave it alone. I am twenty-six, and I still have that gray scar. Just something I find funny. It's interesting something that happened so long ago, could still be inflicted in our minds as we get older.