Stitches.

I have a fairly noticeable scar near my left eye. It's a little blurry in the photo, but it's toward the left side of the pic, right under my eyebrow. Here's the story.




1) When I was 3, I really liked lollipops. I also really liked running around. Bad combination. Slipped and fell in the kitchen. Lollipop went flying through the air and the stick landed right above my left eye. I'm not sure if it dug in far enough for the lollipop to stand straight up on my face, but I'm going to say it did because it makes the story way cooler. This was my first experience getting stitches. Ouch.

2) When I was in grade school (I can't remember what age), I noticed a flesh-colored bump on my forehead (just above my left eyebrow) that would not go away. Showed my mother--went to the dermatologist. Turns out it was a cyst. For fear of future complications (and because it looked totally gross), I had it removed. Stitch experience #2.

3) This is the most unique, I think. I think I was 10-ish. I was in the basement with my brothers. Laughing and joking around, per usual. Katie and Michelle were on their way over. Apparently I said or did something to really piss Kevin (my brother) off. So much so that he felt compelled to throw something at my face. That something was a piece from our toy wooden railroad track, and the corner just missed my eye...my LEFT eye, right near my eyebrow. Tons of blood. Kevin probably shit his pants. Katie and Michelle arrived just in time to see me running up the stairs holding my eye and crying. Went to the emergency room--lots more stitches.

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