Fun Monday # 129 Scars
This week Lil Mouse really does want us to reveal all she says:
I’m putting forth an extreme Fun Monday challenge. One totally unexpected and that will force you to put yourself out there. Then again, why are you blogging if not to challenge yourself? This week, I challenge you to show us your scars. Scars can be physical or emotional, they can be a reminder of something good or a warning against repeating past actions. They are often (like most experiences) great teachers. If it’s a physical scar, tell us how you got it, if you learned anything from the experience, and what you think of when you see it. If it’s an emotional scar, how did you come by it and what has it taught you?
I didn't have to ponder long on the physical scars as I have two, neither are very visible these days as they blend in with all the wrinkles I've suddenly developed.
The first one under the right side of my chin I got when I was about 14, I was staying with a cousin (a year older than me) and I was being introduced to his friend's dog (they lived next door). Suddenly and without warning the dog, an Alsatian, jumped, put his paws on my shoulders and gave me a nip under the chin. It all happened so quickly but I do remember a lot of blood for what was actually quite a small wound. I was absolutely devastated when the family, immediately, had the dog put down. I don't think the boy (can't remember his name now) ever forgave me. It didn't put me off dogs but it made me realise how careful you need to be when you own one.
The second scar I got when I was around 30, and this also involves an animal. This time I was horse riding and we were lining up our mounts ready to canter along a bridle path. The horse in front of me suddenly kicked out its back legs and caught me on the right shin. It was so painful I looked down and saw a little blood seeping through my jodhpurs but it didn't look too bad and I certainly wasn't going to spoil the ride by complaining. It wasn't until I actually got home and peeled off the tight jodhpurs that I realised how deep the wound was (if you're squeamish don't read) as you could see the bone. It took quite a while to heal and foolishly I wouldn't give up playing tennis which didn't help. The scar is about an inch long and hardly shows now.
My eldest daughter thinks it would be gross to show pictures and you may agree....they weren't very clear anyway!!! LOL.
I have written about emotional scars before so I don't think I'll revisit those. But I will say it's very difficult not to be influenced by things that happen to you and I know there are certain traits in my character which is the result of baggage collected along the way (if that makes sense).
Have a great week.