This week’s RTW topic is:
Your best scar
As a child I decided it was a wise idea to get my mom’s broom and run full-speed with it down the stairs. I was pretending to be a witch. Only instead of flying, I tumbled down the steps and busted my lip open.
Now for the scar that changed my life’s ambition:
I was six and my dream in life was to be a nurse. Not that I wanted to help people, I think it was mostly the idea of using real-life versions of these:
My older bro and I were playing tag after a 4-H meeting (can y’all tell we grew up rural?) and someone flung open the door and hit him in the head. He and my mom remained calm, I went into full-fledge meltdown over the sight of blood. He got stitches and I decided I would be a writer instead of a medical professional.