I have a scar on my foot. Here is how I got it:

On november 23rd 1999, I was 5 at this time, my older brother who was 8 at this time, got his second skateboard (he damaged his first one), and I thought it looked cool. So, while my dad took my brother to go to the store, I got out my brother`s skateboard, and I rode it down the driveway. I felt like a million bucks. Till I bumped into a rock, and flew off the skateboard and I scraped my foot on the street. My foot was bleeding. And his skateboard was broke into two peices. I went inside to show my mom what happened, and I walked in as she was changing my younger brother`s (he was 2 at this time) diaper, and she asked me what happened when she saw my foot, and she cleaned it, and wrapped it in an ace bandage. She saw my older brothers damaged skateboard, and she glued it back together with permanent glue that dries instantly. My brother never noticed it was broken. And, until now, there was nothing left but a long, straight scar on my foot from my second toe, to my ankle. Everytime I loo at it, I remember the incident that day. On november 23 2009 will be the 10th anniversary I had this scar. I am going to celebrate it by staring at my scar all day. That is how it all happened.