I would look at my scar and ask my mom what if my scar opened up. Because when I was a child I thought that the stitches that doctors put went inside and they just cut the top part off. So to me the stitches were still there underneath my skin. Being 18 now I ask my mom and dad about the accident and I find out they had to remove a piece of bone to able to close my wound. This experience wasn’t fun but it did taught me to watch were I step. I remember that I would were my sandals everywhere I went. If it was dark I would not walk into that room. I got a bit of a fear but it went away with time and a good talk with my dad. It was fortunate that I had parents there looking out for me and love me I know my little sister was there but I think she stayed my aunt while we were in the hospital because I don 't not remember her being there. Weirdly enough she would cut her foot too in 5 years after mine. Not as bad as mine but bad enough that she needed stitches and I believe she cried a whole lot more than I ever did. The scar has faded a lot actually but still remains and I only really notice it when I look at my foot real good but its good to have memories like this because it can make a really good story to tell one day maybe good enough to write about
I would look at my scar and ask my mom what if my scar opened up. Because when I was a child I thought that the stitches that doctors put went inside and they just cut the top part off. So to me the stitches were still there underneath my skin. Being 18 now I ask my mom and dad about the accident and I find out they had to remove a piece of bone to able to close my wound. This experience wasn’t fun but it did taught me to watch were I step. I remember that I would were my sandals everywhere I went. If it was dark I would not walk into that room. I got a bit of a fear but it went away with time and a good talk with my dad. It was fortunate that I had parents there looking out for me and love me I know my little sister was there but I think she stayed my aunt while we were in the hospital because I don 't not remember her being there. Weirdly enough she would cut her foot too in 5 years after mine. Not as bad as mine but bad enough that she needed stitches and I believe she cried a whole lot more than I ever did. The scar has faded a lot actually but still remains and I only really notice it when I look at my foot real good but its good to have memories like this because it can make a really good story to tell one day maybe good enough to write about