This huge, ugly scar on my knee is a constant reminder of how I enjoyed my legs and childhood so much.
My cousins and I used to play and run around a lot, and an active kid is bound to get a scar or two sometime. It’s what happened to me. I was running in full tilt when I tripped over something and bam! I stood up and my knee was bleeding profusely because the cut was a deep one.
I remembered my cousins teasing me about it, they said the wound should be cleaned up as soon as possible to prevent infection and to prevent a train or an air plane from coming out of my wound.
Yes, silly isn’t it? A train coming out of your bleeding wound.
It sounded painful and horrific that I howled while cleaning the wound.
It hurt like hell! But I was relieved all together when it has been patched-up; trains and air planes can’t get through a healing wound for sure.