A
young trouble-lovin’ neighbor boy managed to scare me back in my preschool days. My mom sent me to our neighbor’s house where
Freddie hid in the shrubs and jumped out at me wearing his Frankenstein mask
loaded with scars. I screamed every time.
I’ve
had to forgive Freddie for harassing me when these memories pop up. I’m sure he grew up to be a swell guy and if I
could remember his last name I would look him up on social media and yell at
him.
Those Scars! The
scars on the mask looked real to me, a six year old timid girl. What is it about scars that creep us out like
that?
When
I think of scars, I think of pain. I
don’t like to see people suffer.
Scars are
areas of fibrous tissue (fibrosis) that replace normal skin after injury.
A scar results
from the biological process of wound repair in the skin and other tissues of
the body. Thus, scarring is
a natural part of the healing process. Wikipedia
My orthopedic
surgeon is a petite female but as strong as her male peers in the f…
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