ASSIGNMENTS:
|
|
Diana L.
Holt, Michigan USA
|
|
REPORTS:
PREVIOUS NEXT
|
|
|
When I was half as tall as I am now, my brother and I were playing tug of war in the living room. We strained for dominance at either end of a blanket until, without warning, he let go. I fell back and cut my eyelid on the hard wooden edge of the entertainment center my father had built. I cried and we went to the doctor. My eye was not permanently damaged and I didn't need stitches. The doctor applied a cute little butterfly band-aid and all that remains is the delicate scar above my eye as you see it today.
|
|
|
|
|
