Letting Go Isn't Easy

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When I was young I was always told that life would be amazing, that I'd find my prince charming and I would have everything in the world that I wanted. No one ever told me that life is the complete opposite. At least I wouldn't say my life turned out like that. My life mostly always consisted with pain even though I never really showed it so people wouldn't worry about me. I guess you could say I was a really happy kid from age 2 to 7, well what kid isn't happy at that age. To be honest I don't really remember my childhood I guess that is a bit strange, but I just thought maybe it was because I didn't do much. There is one thing I remember clearly but it was the day I fell off the monkey bars. Yes, I was a very hyper child but I remember the pain and how my mother was scared. I was basically taken to the hospital and checked on, I remember that I got a bit scared thinking that I would get stitches because I was bleeding from my jaw. Thankfully I didn't need anything done, I guess you can say I had a physical scar of pain. I thought that would be the most painful thing that would happen to me, but which is more painful mental or physical scarring?