Two
scars creation stories come to mind and they both take place when I was little and lived in Walthamstow (quess Walthamstow is on a leigh line for scars ).Anyways the first is a scar down my left hand side of my face from when my sister who was 18 months old at the time cut a lovely half moon piece of skin out of my cheek, only for me to pull the scab off a week later saying `look mummy I have my scar off` resulting in a lovely bright scar that rears its ugly head each and every time I have a tan. The second was caused by being in my aunts house and seeing my father walk down the pathway.Being excited to see him I ran to the front door (which was one of those ones with 4 glass panels) and slipped on one of those plastic carpet cover things which only appeared to exist in the 70`s.My head then introduced itself to the very bottom glass panel, only for my father to say `hello tye` to the bleeding head of a 4yr old half hanging out the door.The scar really shows itself when I either get angry or frown and I still have the mental image of me in hospital with a big piece of glass sticking out of my forehead and the doctor pulling it out.
( Tyronne Get To Falkirk, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 12:01, Reply)