I have had this scar on my hand since I can remember. I don't remember when it happened, I can remember as far back as grade 1, my first day of school when everybody in my class would ask me what happened to my hand. I have been told by my loved ones though it happened when I was about 2 years old. My parents were getting ready to catch a plane to Toronto when they heard a terrible cry coming from my sisters bedroom (at least this is how I am told the story goes) they come running into the room and see me on the ground with my hand on top of the curling iron. To little to get myself up, my hand was unfortunately fried and left with 2nd and 3rd degree burns. I find know that I am older I can go months without thinking about my Scar, I swear sometimes even years. Until some adult has the courage to ask me what happened to my hand. The Doctor I use to work for said it took him 3 months to get the courage to ask me what happened. Funny how kids ask without even a hesitation, every time I started a new year of school I knew the first couple of days would be plagued with questions about my hand and how I got that scar.
So the point to this post, I was looking at my scar today while eating breakfast and again thinking back to the last time I looked at it and thought about it and it has probably been 6 or 7 months, however almost everyday of my life I think about the inner scars I have had happen to me in life. Why can somethings that have no evidence and no constant reminder be always plaguing my mind and so painful, yet this huge scar on my hand is rarely thought about. How do we make our inner scars become like our outer scars, forgotten about and lost in our thoughts? Even though I do see my scar everyday, I am never consciously thinking about it. While my past hurts and pains I can not see but I feel everyday.
