The date was one everyone was saying was “the luckiest day ever” July 7th of last year. 7-7-07. We were on a family vacation and that days stop was the Renaisance Festival. We had been there numerous times before, enjoyed the food, the shows, the atmosphere of every one being in ‘costume’. We looked forward to going every year. When we arrived this year it was raining, but it didn’t last, we hung out in one of the shops where you can buy leather cloaks and such and waited for it to pass, and it did.
Aside from the rain possibly putting a kibosh on our vacation day I wasn’t feeling so well. I had a little sunburn from working in the yard the day before and these two stupid scars I have, today of all days start bugging the heck out of me.
When we were kids my mother used to have us where these Catholic medals. They were small little medals on saftety pins, about the size of a dime. Sometimes St. Anthony, or the Virgin Mary, John the Baptist, St. Paul they varied, what can I say, Mom is Italian and a little bit weird. So one day I’m at school and they’re having some outdoor ‘field day’ and the teachers wanted to iron on some team logo to our t-shirts. But little me gets my shirt ironed and the teacher doesn’t realize I have my St. Paul medal pinned to my shirt. So essentially she heats it up nice and hot, I throw on my t-shirt and get branded. Nice for a 6 year old kid in first grade huh?
Years later when I go to get my shaved for the first time, due to the fact there was no fighting my thinning hair, the women cutting my hair asks “Hey how’d you get this scar?” And I honestly never felt it before that day. You know how it is when you cut your leg or get a black and blue and you don’t even realize it until you see it, then the second you do your like…OUCH! Well that was my head scar. Every once in a while it would itch or hurt but not until after that day that women cutting my hair pointed it out. Its weird looking. Like an X of sorts but there’s little marks on each end of the X and two of the lines are more jagged than the other one.
The sunburn was making the mark on my chest ache and the scar on the back of my stupid head, that didn’t wear a hat in the sun, just burn. They itched and burned and no amount of aloe could get it to stop at times, but I couldn’t tell the kids we weren’t going so I cowboyed up, and we headed out on our day trip.
A little sketch of the scar on the back of my head, I tried to take a picture of it, but it wouldn’t come out for some reason.
