Sixth grade. Cutting frozen chocolate with a steak knife. The knife slipped and I stabbed a hole about halfway through my left index finger. Yeah, it was stupid of me. But I was a kid and goddammit I wanted that chocolate.
The scar's still there because it healed sort of weirdly; my dad refused to take me to the hospital despite the depth of the wound, and just told me to keep sticking a bandaid over it. It took about four months to heal on its own...
The scar's still there because it healed sort of weirdly; my dad refused to take me to the hospital despite the depth of the wound, and just told me to keep sticking a bandaid over it. It took about four months to heal on its own...