when i was a little kid playing chase, i tripped and fell on my knee on a manhole cover. it's the only thing that makes me think that i had a somewhat active childhood because most of my memories consist of me drawing or writing in safe and very still places. i tripped on that manhole a lot, actually, so what i really have is two scars, and both on the same knee! these are my only scars, i really should've avoided that little space of the sidewalk more.