Personal Narrative: My Physical Scar

In the course of my life, I have had quite a few scars. One physical scar was when I tripped, and landed on a rock, and cut my forehead. But the most memorable, was when I was eight years old, I was hurt when I accidentally landed on a table after being hit by a pillow. As a result, I had a wide open cut on the top of my head near my forehead from the landing. I was scarred for life. This was my second scar after I had the former at an earlier age.

Before I had gotten hurt from the pillow, Gisselle, my neighbor, and I were wrestling on a makeshift ring. The ring was built by us and my brother using some material that my dad had laying around. We built the ring using four pieces of plywood sitting on four forty five gallon tree containers with each corner having a steel pole standing upward with all of them being connected together with tape. Weather was not perfect, but we went on to wrestle, and after a few minor scratches from
Gisselle felt the need to keep being physically aggressive as her usual self by wanting to pillow fight. She was a girly girl, but never hesitated to act masculine when she needed to. So I had to go along with her commands because most of the time, she had the better ideas than me. Not to mention, she would tell on people who made her disappointed. At the same time, I did not care what really to do next, as long as I was not bored.

I agreed to pillow fight with her, so we began by swinging each other with sofa pillows. The pillow fight did not last long since that was the moment that she swung hard, and hit me with the pillow that she was using. After being hit, I landed on one of the corners of a coffee table that was next to the sofa. Surprisingly, with the table having a glass top with a wooden frame, I did not broke the glass. The wooden frame was where I landed on, giving me a gash on the top part of my head. While the blood was pouring out, I did not felt any pain whatsoever, at least not