Tag: scars

I jumped in a puddle. Then this happened. My scar proves it.

Jenny was my next door neighbor when I was young. We played together. A lot. We also argued a lot.

For as long as I could remember, I had a mole on my thigh. For a long time, I thought

I was a paperboy throughout Middle School and High School. Every afternoon, I delivered the Evansville Press, our now-defunct local

When I was a kid, I had a little contest with my Uncle Don. When we saw each other either