I remember when I was younger I was really scared and afraid to ply rough and get hurt.I would look at the other kids and they had bruises, scabs, cuts, and scars all over their legs and I would think I myself 'how did that happen? How did they fall down, or get something thrown at them, or whatever happened so many times?' Then I would look down at my legs... not one thing on them, not even a bruise bruise.
'My legs will never look like that'
....another lie
