Learning To Love You More

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This was my first scar as I recall. My mom asked me to take out the compost which was in a earthenware bowl. After I dumped it, I was climbing our back steps which were wooden rickety things, and I slipped while trying to open the door. The bowl broke into sharp shards. One of the shards sliced my thumb, and then all I remember was lying on our livingroom floor with blood flowing over my hand while my mom tended me. A few years later we built a deck in place of those steps.