The scars of the past I was a child from birth unruly. Both crying like a wayward, mischievous and not listen to anybody else before I tell the story about a naughty to listen to my regular school day. But at noon, I was invited by friends to play together as a tire jump every day. But these days it rains, the ground slippery. As a child I was not interested in removing stubborn sock hop rubber. Being caught with negligence. I slipped my chin hit the ground, severe bleeding, full passage. I slowly down the face and still lying on the wet floor. Then a friend and teacher, he ran to me and took care of the hospital , however, I had seven stitches on the needle. I felt the pain I think not underestimate them. The following would not dare to persistent naughty again that evening, I went home with a nagging fear that the ban will last, I got my grandmother taught little about what happened after the wound healed well enough. I have a scar on my chin onwards.
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