How'd I get my scar on my eyebrow?
Well, hehe, it is actually a funny story.
I guess it happened when I was four, maybe five, but probably four and my dad had just made a new invention. He never got around to naming it but it was a golf club, not just any golf club though. This one could swing by itself. All you had to do was hold it and press a little button, after that it did all the work.
You might think that that sounds like a dumb and maybe pointless invention, but my Dad had shoulder problems and was going through this golf phase so boom, he created his mechanical golf club.
Anywho, back to the story. Dad and Mom decided to take me to the park to practice hitting golf balls, fun right? We have done it before and I had my own little golf club for me, Mom had her own, and my Dad would bring his mechanical one. This time, however, I forgot my little one at home and, despite my protests against it, has to use my Dad's. Usually, I liked to use his inventions but because the golf club was so large and I was so small, I was afraid of using it. I was reassured that I would be fine though.
Dad hit his ball pretty far, my Mom hit her's far but not as far, and then came my turn. I was told that all I had to do was press the little button and that's just what I did. Partly due to my short stature and a small malfunction, the golf club swung much farther than it should have and hit me above my right eye. The force of the swing knocked me to the ground and I remember my Mom and Dad running towards me.
I must have blacked out because I can't recall what happened next. That or I just can't remember because, c'mon, I was only like four. The next thing I remember was being in the hospital getting stitches. I had never been in a hospital before so it was a strange experience. Nurses and doctors were bent over me and near my face and I had absolutely no clue what was going on. That whole chunk of my memory is pretty fuzzy but I do remember seeing my parents standing near the wall. I wasn't afraid at all but when I saw them, I felt alright and very safe.
Later that day, I got to return home with a handful of fun stickers. I never thought twice about my stitches, I was just so excited about my stickers. There were some with monsters and animals and all kinds of things. When I got back home, I began my sticker infestation. Everywhere you would look there would be a sticker. On my bed, on the soap bottles, on the fridge, on the wall and floor, everywhere.
After I got my stitches out, it left a scar that went straight through my right eyebrow which is, of course, still here to this day. I have actually grown to like it and Nya thinks it's cool and what else could matter but that?