I was sharing old memories with some friends around a campfire the other night, and with reminiscing as much as I did, I had the chance to really think about what my childhood was like.
I was such a little shit honestly.
I have a huge scar on my knee, it goes right across the kneecap itself and looks awesome. I was five when it happened, a few friends and I were playing tag and the farm we were in was doing some renovations. One of the major renovations going on was replacing all of the fence with barbed wire. Needless to say, my clumsy ass fell and tore my knee right open; no blood which was nice. Later in the day, while I had my leg up healing, a bee flew straight into the open wound and stung me. Man, my leg hurts just thinking about it.
Remembering stuff like that can be fun sometimes. It’s not as much fun when your body remembers the pain though. That’s probably the most eventful childhood memory I’ve got honestly
besides being a demon child to my poor dad. Anyways…
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