Photograph A Scar And Write About It
When I lived with my parents, back
when times were easy and there were zero bills to be paid, I played outside a
lot with my five other siblings. It was
winter and snow covered the ground. I
cant comprehend what exactly we were playing, but I remember chasing my
brother, Tony, from one of our driveways to the next. We weren’t allowed on the road, so we did
this by running in the ditch, which may I add, had over 2 feet of snow in it
from the snowplows. As you should know,
many driveways have culverts for water drainage in the spring when it
rains. As I chased tony to the second
driveway, he went up the left and quickly jolted to the right. Me being the eldest child of the family, and
obviously the biggest brain, I went straight to catch him mid jolt. As I did this, my left leg fell through the
snow into an opening. The culvert. It tore a gash in me and bled for at least an
hour.
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