What Left A Scar On my Razor Leg (Feet).

Hello lovelies, welcome to my blog and this would be my second post for the week in this wonderful community, all the contest topics are just so interesting that I wish I participated in all of them but never the less I would be writing on the contest topic which says unforgettable experience, and to be fair I have been writing alot on this topic lately in different community so I thought to myself what other experience is there to share apart from the ones I have been relating to you about and Boom! I remember this one that's why I am here to share👍.

As a little girl I was a rough player that is one thing you should know by now if you have been reading my stories, it got to the extent where people tell me with their mouth that "Grace you are too rough" let me paint an example with what usually happens to me, slippers don't last in my leg probably because I walk anyhow on the road or I don't know how to handle it properly while wearing it on my feet so I tend to keep repairing and fixing till the shoe or slippers get damage, I don't if it was just only me that experienced that or mine was just worse than anybody else's own but that was one symbol with which I was known with at home, my logo then was 'razor leg'.

So you see how it was with me then but the experience I would want to share apart from this razor leg aspect is about one fortunate day at home when we were home alone, if my memories serves me right that day was a school free day for us probably on Saturday or so because we were home through out, I was given some chores to do and I did half of my chores before I started playing, the doors of our house are so magnificent that it was those iron doors with sharp edges beneath it that was reigning back then. We were playing hide and seek, caught me I caught you, first to get there and all those games that entail running about in the house and so fortunate for me I held the door that led to the entrance of the parlour so tightly, swinging with it like Lilo when my fine beautiful leg which is the left leg went to those sharp edges underneath the door and got sliced like a potatoes.

Immediately I felt the pain caused by the sharp cut I dragged my leg out and I thought it was just a small cut like always only to realize that there was blood everywhere on the floor and the blood kept pumping without stop, I honestly didn't have the mind to check how deep the cut was so I couldn't bend down properly to observe the leg I should stood there with tears dripping my eyes and my siblings shouting and crying, it was my neighbor that had to rush me to the pharmacy, oooh God bless that soul. And my father came to meet us there that was when they decided to sew the leg together, my brethren that was my first day realizing that even the body can be sewed not only clothes, the pain I felted that day wasn't compared to the volume of my crying and shouting, infact it reached a certain time that I almost bite the person holding me inorder to control me from shaking or running, the experience felt like a nightmare and I wished I had been careful enough.

The 'why' is already explained because I mean if it were you would you have easily forgotten the scar on your feet and what led to it. Well with that been said I beg to take my leave, see you guys next week, I love you all and remain blessed.

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