Scar for a Lifetime

When I was about 5, before I started school, I was hit in the head with a croquet mallet.  Chris Vokac did it accidentally as I was looking over her left shoulder.  She took a swing more fitting for a golf club than a croquet mallet and caught me just above my left eye splitting the skin and crushing the bone.  I ran home (across the street) crying covering my eye.  My parents were certain from the blood running under my hand that I had lost my eye.  But, no.  Just the typical profuse level of bleeding from a facial cut.

My skull was kind of dented in which sounds horrible, but at that age, it was not a particularly big deal.  It bumped back out, so to speak, and really all I was left with was a corner shape scar cutting through my eye brow.

As a kid and adolescent I used to be sensitive about the scar.  I always wore my hair to one side to hide it.  I hated when I would get a zit on it because I felt like it drew attention to it.   AND it hurt like nothing else to have a pimple on the scar tissue.  In actuality, it was not that noticeable and certainly would never have been considered a disfigurement.  

Over the years it has faded and softened even more.  I don't think about it much anymore unless I get a way-post-adolescence-zit and it still hurts.  In truth, I don't know if it's even noticeable or visible anymore.

I'm going to go check.

Yep, still there.