Seven year old me, whizzed down on a brand new bike. The house that I lived at, is in a close, so it has a quite big hill. As I whizzed down, something made me shoot off my bike. I flew into the air and pain shot through me. As I saw the blood come from my knee I grew worried. That was the least of the worries from my mother. In my hand, was a small stone. My mum ripped it out with tweezers and since then I have had a scar. I swear if I went to the hopsital maybe it would have not caused such a scar.
Another time, when I was in year seven I was in a PE lesson. It was hockey and we were listeing to the teacher rambel on about how to play. For some reason I wanted to stand but also sit and the hockey stick flew into my lip which poured with blood. My white T-shirt was stained red. Again, we only went to the next door neighbours who was a nurse. She put some butterfly stiches on it and since then I have again had a scar which most people think was caused by a fight.
Lastly, when I was in year 10 my stomach started to have so much pain. I was in hospital for 2 weeks in October, and 2 weeks in December. They took my appendix out and therefore I now have three small scars due to the key-hole surgery. I recommend it as you can hardly see them.
