Lately a lot of people have asked me about a scar on the left side of my face.
I never think about this scar because I've lived with is for 25 years of my life.
Here is the story.
In October of 1988 my preschool went on a field trip to a local pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins.
I remember picking out my pumpkin with my Mom and other classmates and wheeling them in a wagon to the barn to weigh them. We were in the barn when I saw a German Shepard outside laying in the yard.
Even at 4 years old I was a an animal person...so of course I asked my Mom is I could go pet it.
The owner of the pumpkin patch said the dog was nice and it was used to being pet.
I went to pet it with a few other classmates.
I knelt down in the grass near the dogs head.
From my memory I went down to kiss the dog.
From other's memories I was just petting him.
All of a sudden I was bit in the face.
I don't remember much after this but seeing green blood on my pink jacket. I swear that I saw green blood. Now I know this isn't possible. I remember getting into the backseat of a car with my mom.
After this I don't remember much, so it is a good thing I have pictures.
This picture was not to soon after arriving at the hospital. I think this was after my reconstructive/plastic surgery. The dog was about 0.5mm from blinding me on my left side.
It took 112 stitches to put me back together.
This is the day I left the hospital. I vividly remember asking my parents to bring my favorite red polka-dot dress for me to wear home.
The stitches were finally removed.
Now I have a scar to remind me of that day.
I'm not afraid of dogs at all. My mom said the same day I got out of the hospital I walked up to a strangers dog and immediately starting petting it. I definitely didn't learn my lesson.
There is the story of the scar on my face. Some people say I should see about plastic surgery to help reduce it, others have said I need to try a cream. I don't want to, this is part of me now.
I can't imagine my face without it.