Learning To Love You More




Assignment #11
Photograph a scar and write about it.

Bossier City, Louisiana USA



They aren't always bad. Sometimes one or two will come along and you don't have a bad memory associated with it. Take for instance the one that is on my hand. It's right below the knuckle on my forefinger. I got this one the first time I EVER made homemade gravy. Daddy was still alive and he was walking me through the whole process from the living room. I was stirring it and then the gravy bubbled there was this huge pop. Some of it went right on to my hand. Now when it happened, I thought ouch, this is going to hurt since it was deep but I didn't really think it would scar. DUH!! But it did. I took this picture when I was on the plane coming home from Seattle. I had just taken the one of our rings and thought of this idea for a blog entry. So I took the picture. It took a couple of days for the post to come to fruition, from me not wanting to post to just trying to think of what I would say. I thought about it a little more last night when I was trying to take a picture of this bruise from my blood donation but it didn't come out. Oh well, that's okay. I'm sure it won't be the last time it bruises right!? Besides, some battle wounds are not so bad