Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

On the whole, I like scars. I like the idea of them, what they represent and the memories they invoke. I know that I don’t really have that many, or any that are disfiguring or that make life difficult, but I like them. I know people who hate the tiniest scar, that hate to have any imperfections on their bodies but I rather like the idea of having something on me, that becomes a part of me and that shows that I've lived, that I've had experiences whether they be good, bad or otherwise.  For me, scars are kind of like tattoos in the way that that I become proud of them, because they’re now me. They show the story of my life, what I've been through and what I love. It’s like having a story book of your life on your skin. I would never give up one of my scars, because they help e to remember experiences, people and what life was like when this or that happened.

I’ve got a backwards ‘c’ scar on the tip of my index finger. This is a present from my cousin Sam on Christmas morning when we were about twelve or thirteen. Her family had stayed at our house on Xmas eve and in the morning when we’d gotten up, we were the first ones down to the presents. Sam had gotten these Winnie the Pooh plushies that she wanted and they were all stuck down with those plastic tag things and she wanted to open it up right then and there. So we grabbed some scissors and proceeded to open it up. Sam held the scissors while I held the plastic thing so she could get them out. Now, Sam is really as blind as a bat without her glasses on, and in our haste to get to the presents, she hadn’t put them on. Instead of cutting the plastic, she cut my finger instead.

Everyone had a lovely xmas morning because of it, and it’s something I’ll never forget.

I’ve got a scar on my knee from when I was younger. We had a banana lounge out the back and I ran and jumped on it, landing on the metal bit that makes it bend. A couple of stitches later, I’ve got a cute little crescent moon-shaped scar.

I know I'm rambling, but all’s I want to say is...I like them. I would not object to having more of them. I’m clumsy so I know I will by the time I'm an old lady, and hopefully I like them just as much then and I do now.