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Daddy liked to rev the engine to the beat of The House of the Rising Sun.

Daddy liked to rev the engine to the beat of The House of the Rising Sun.

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Oct 01, 2016
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Daddy liked to rev the engine to the beat of The House of the Rising Sun.
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He screeched to a halt and my little head slammed into the dashboard so hard, it split my forehead right open. He didn’t take me to the emergency room; we went to a pharmacy where a nice man helped Daddy patch me up with some iodine and a Band-Aid. When it healed, it left a star. The good-girl star, because I didn’t tell Mama.

MY LIFE IN SCARS BY KW OXNARD 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 39

I have scars.

A smile-shaped crescent on the first joint of my left index finger. As a toddler in Atlanta I reached for a can of chow mein and its jagged edge sliced open the skin. The two stitches I got matched my two years. Now, when I want to remember something, I rub my left thumb over the ridge until it comes to me.

A creamy scar, the size and shape of a black-eyed pea, on the inside of my right ankle. My uncle in Savannah wanted to take me for a bike ride, so I gamely climbed onto the banana seat as he pumped the pedals. We lasted about a block on 45th Street before my foot caught in the rear spokes…

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