Learning To Love You More




Assignment #11
Photograph a scar and write about it.

Sandy Enriquez
Los Angeles, California USA



When I was about four years old, my parents, and my two younger brothers were getting ready to go out to eat. I was too young for my parents to bother telling me were we were going exactly, but I knew it was somewhere special because we were all dressed real nice.
I was ready before everybody else and was keeping myself entertained by spinning myself arouud in cirlcles and making myself dizzy. It was one of my favorite things to do. I had recently discovered that I would become even more dissoriented if I was blind folded. The objective was to spin around in circles so many times that once I had fallen to the ground and took off the blindfold, my position would come to me as a complete surprise. This time I had pulled my little brother's yellow knitted beanie over my eyes, and I was spinning more vigorously than ever. But, before I fell to the ground, my chin hit something hard and sharp and I felt an incredible pain.
I think I remember screaming, but I was definetly crying a lot. My mom took me into the bathroom and started yelling at my dad to call the paramedics. My dad said something about a band-aid, and my mom then pointed out that she could even see the nerve endings on my chin and that a band-aid wouldn't suffice. I remember a lot of blood.
I don't remember the trip to the emergency room, but I remember resting my chin on my dad's shoulder as he carried me into the hospital. There seemed to be numbing agents coming from his shoulder that made the pain go away. I recieved stiches, which I later learned had only been the best that they could do, since I was fighting the hospital staff with all my might. When I finally got home, I got a Happy Meal which included a Batmobile model with a projectile feature.