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This week's topic is:
What is the story of your best scar?
My best scar is right above the eyebrow of my left eye. I was a huge tomboy as a child. I have an amazing brother who is 3 years older than me. That should explain most of my scars right there. Everything he did, I wanted to do too. He had motorbikes, so of course I wanted to ride motorbikes. Some of my best memories of my childhood are from riding through the trails near our house. He could convince me to do anything and I loved every minute of it.
So when I was 7 and my brother was 10 (ages are approximate), my brother was gifted with a bow and arrow set. I don't remember him being particularly good at shooting it but once he hit his target right on. That target was me.
I still vividly remember him pulling the arrow back on the bow and releasing it. There was a slight sting as something popped me in the forehead. I stood there motionless for a few seconds...until the arrow fell from it's lodged location.
Then, I screamed. My brother rushed over and his first words were of concern--for himself. "You're not going to tell mom, are you?"
LOL - So that's the story of my favorite scar. Good thing that arrow was made of wood and not metal, huh? It still makes me laugh when I think about it today.
So what about you? What's the story behind your best scar?
Oh goodness, I'm glad I grew up with a sister. :)
ReplyDeleteMy mom's big thing when we were growing up was to never EVER aim any weapon at any person. She got really pissed about that.
ReplyDeleteMy best scar happened when I was two. It's next to my right eye and when I say next to, I really mean it. My brother was chasing my twin sister and I around the house. My sister jumped into a box of stuffed animals and I ran into the kitchen where I slid across the floor and into a chair who's wood was peeling. According to my mom the doctor's had to put me in a straight jacket so they could do the stitches. That's also my earliest memory (except the straight jacket; I don't remember anything after hitting the chair).
As soon as you wrote, "my brother was gifted a bow and arrow set," my pulse quickened. Great (and suspenseful!) story.
ReplyDeleteGood thing your brother hit you in the forehead and not in the eye! I love that his first words were "You're not going to tell mom, are you?" A totally sibling response!
ReplyDeleteFunny story Cindy!!
ReplyDeleteWow. And I thought my brother tortured me. Great story!
ReplyDelete"You're not going to tell mom, are you?" Such a typical sibling response! Great story.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! I'm still chuckling!
ReplyDelete"Brother"... that's all you had to say. :)
ReplyDeleteAh yes, sounds like a normal day in my childhood, haha! My brother never hurt me, I was always the one who managed to get him hurt. One time--and I still deny it--he says I broke his arm. I don't really see how it was my fault. I didn't make him try to run up the slide and chase me only to fall out of the play set and snap his forearm in two. Seems to me it was his fault for falling.
ReplyDeleteThis is too funny. As soon as you mentioned "bow and arrow set", all I could think of was William Tell.
ReplyDeleteAren't older brothers the best? :D
ReplyDeleteThat made me burst out laughing! Very big brotherish of your big brother! LOL. I'm glad it was just a wooden arrow!
ReplyDeleteLOL! "Don't tell Mom," such a big brother response.
ReplyDeletewow! love this. great story. sibling interactions can't be beat.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha...that's the best one I've read so far! ;)
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