1. Story of my Scar
By Andrew
I was 3 years old when I almost poked my
eye out.
It was 2001, back in Ohio, at my old house. I
was running in my finished basement. My
dad kept shouting, “Don’t run in the house.”
Soon I tripped and smacked my eyebrow on
my bench. In the seconds my dad came, half
of my face was coated with blood.
My dad got very concerned, I saw the, “I
told you so,” look in his eyes.
He covered my eyebrow with his hand, and
when my eye finally stopped gushing out all
the blood in my body, he looked at my cut. It
was so deep he could see my skull. Not joking!
Today, the cut is a scar, and a few
eyebrows are missing.