April 4th, 2022.

There are lots of stuff and emotional garbage we carry with us from childhood into adulthood, infact most of those childhood experiences shape and make us the people we are as adults. However in this article, I am not going to talk about emotional or psychological scars but physical scars.

An article by @jane about childhood accidents gave me an idea on what to write today, thanks to that! As children, our adventurous spirits are mostly left to run wild but of course within restrictions of our parents or guardians. Imagine if you were left to do all you want when you're just a kid. Alot of us would have been dead by now..lol.

From rigorous sports, to playing hide and seek, to playing some really dangerous games, most of our scars are gotten when we were children, mine at least. When I waa around 3 years old, I didn't go out much. I am that kid who's always kept behind closed doors and this boring routine kept on for quite sometime until I was like five, school age. This got me the freedom I needed to play outside without much restrictions.

My first serious injury was on the sprinting track. It happened during the long break when my friends and I went racing, unfortunately the track isn't all that grassy, there were patches of concrete superficially buried under. Perhaps it's because the track wasn't well constructed, but I fell unfortunately on a concrete patch, bruising my knees badly as a result. I cried throughout the rest of the school hours and it hurt for two weeks. I still have the scar till date in from of a dark circle.

The second serious scar was due to a motorcycle accident I had. It happened when my mom was too busy to take us tp school so she hired a bike to do the job. My younger sister sat on the back then I sat behind her. We then set of on a rocky road. We were already past halfway to the school when I unconsciously placed the sole of one of my foot on the already hot silencer and got scorched immediately despite my school socks being thick. I cried so much that the bike man got scared and drove us back home. On entering into our compound, my cry jolted my mom to a standing position and seeing me holding one leg up tightly from the back, she thought that my leg had been amputated and was relieved when I put it back down. I was terribly burnt so I was taken to a chemist where they would dress my wounds. I cried throughout the night and I still have the scar. It has turned into a keloid even.

The third was gotten on my chest when I was playing with fire (most of us played with fire when we were kids). I ignite a broomstick with a lit matchstick then bring it close to my mouth pretending to be a fire breather. Some how it slipped downwards and burnt my chest. That's a scar I feel worst about having.. It's still present but not as prominent as it used to be. Furthermore, I felt the most pain when the wound was still fresh. Aside the fact that it was a burn, it was on that partially fleshy part of the chest, the very core of the chest. That's why it hurt and that time I thought that was were my heart was, making me imagine more pains.

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So dear friends, there you have them. I've got more than these but these are the most prominent ones. I want to hear about yours in the comment section.

Thanks for reading.

Yours Layly,

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