Beauty in Imperfection

[Ms. Toad]

8. The one from when I was 5 and tangled with a roll of barbed wire looked like a caterpillar for quite a while.

It's legs have faded over time, but it is still about 5" long, right down the center of my leg. It was back in the era (60s) and location (local farming town) when they paid more attention to a quick stitch up to get you (or your parents) back to work than to minimizing the scar.

Aside from my arm, my favorite one is the fading square on my leg where they peeled a layer of skin to cover the hole in the arm.