I was around 5 or 6 years old and living in Houston when I got the giant scar on my right knee.
We were a little late to mosque that evening and I remember parking farther than we typically did. I started picking up the pace and took off blazing toward the entrance, partly because it was almost prayer time, but mainly because I just wanted to catch my new light-up velcro shoes in action.
I was just a few yards from the door when the edge of a license plate struck my kneecap. The vehicle was parked over the curb and the plate was already a little messed up. I was running up a hilly footpath and didn't really look down to see it.
The plate went right through the top layer of my knee and took out a handful of skin as I fell onto the sidewalk. So gross.
My mom says I really didn't cry much when I got hurt or when I made it to the hospital. I was apparently more distressed about not getting to go home with a lollipop or ice cream cone.
Anyway, tens of stitches and decades later, my scar is still pretty prominent on my kneecap, but now it's got this nice, soft sheen to it. I'm realizing that still doesn't make it sound all that appealing. Oh well.
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