As much as I wish my first book were something fascinating like Life of Pi, or gripping like Twilight, or genius like Ender's Game, it is what it is: Carmen's Sticky Scab. And I have to admit, I quite like it. So, in honor of Carmen, here are is a list of my most memorable scabs.
1. Bitten by a dog that reportedly "never bit anyone." I still have the scar on my right index finger.
2. Falling on my bike for the 642nd time as a child. I had scabs on scabs. I still have scars but they've mostly blended in with the wrinkles.
3. I got mad at the hose and yanked it across the yard (naughty hose was never obeying). The hose came off the faucet and I landed on my elbow. Still have that scar too. Lesson learned: yanking as hard as you can on a hose does not make it longer.
4. A curling iron burn gone bad on my neck. I had that thing for weeks. A scab on my neck! Nasty.
5. Full facial scab from falling when I was about five. My mother gave me falling lessons afterward. They included the sage advice of breaking my fall with my hands. Who knew?
My vast experience with scabs began after I learned to ride my sparkly blue Schwinn without training wheels. Although I have picked way more than my share, I never ate a single one. I considered trying a small piece for research but just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
The grossest thing I ate as a child was an oyster from grandma’s plate. I swear it clawed its way up and out of my throat as I tried to swallow it. I have never made that mistake again. I also learned never to show a scab to grandma. She would scrub it mercilessly and coat it in iodine. I'd much rather someone ate it.
1. Bitten by a dog that reportedly "never bit anyone." I still have the scar on my right index finger.
2. Falling on my bike for the 642nd time as a child. I had scabs on scabs. I still have scars but they've mostly blended in with the wrinkles.
3. I got mad at the hose and yanked it across the yard (naughty hose was never obeying). The hose came off the faucet and I landed on my elbow. Still have that scar too. Lesson learned: yanking as hard as you can on a hose does not make it longer.
4. A curling iron burn gone bad on my neck. I had that thing for weeks. A scab on my neck! Nasty.
5. Full facial scab from falling when I was about five. My mother gave me falling lessons afterward. They included the sage advice of breaking my fall with my hands. Who knew?
My vast experience with scabs began after I learned to ride my sparkly blue Schwinn without training wheels. Although I have picked way more than my share, I never ate a single one. I considered trying a small piece for research but just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
The grossest thing I ate as a child was an oyster from grandma’s plate. I swear it clawed its way up and out of my throat as I tried to swallow it. I have never made that mistake again. I also learned never to show a scab to grandma. She would scrub it mercilessly and coat it in iodine. I'd much rather someone ate it.
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