Scars

On my lower abdomen I have a small scar.  When I was a baby I was born with hernia.  I had surgery when I was just 6 months old to correct the issue.  As a result, to this day I have a scar that I have absolutely no memory of getting.  But it’s there nonetheless.

It got me thinking about scars we’ve received, both seen and unseen, that we don’t recall but stay with us nonetheless.

Example.  I don’t really fully remember this, but when I was young someone told me that there was a witch in the toilet that when you flushed she came and took what was in there.  Ok, now, I’m sure it was someone not fully wanting to explain what REALLY happens when you flush the toilet, but nonetheless I believed this person.  As a result I flushed with my arm fully outstretched and ready to run from the bathroom, less she attack me, for at least a year.

Now, obviously, I’m older and wiser and I know there is no witch in the toilet.  But some time ago I went on a cruise and man, when you flush that toilet it is LOUD and dare I say… windy.  I gotta say, I was in my 20’s but when that happened I ran out of that bathroom so fast with my heart pounding, you would have thought I’d been chased by wolves.

Which all just leads me to think about all the things said to me while growing up that I still remember and how it does, in some ways, change my behavior now.  I can’t imagine what I’m forgetting that still leaves it’s marks in me today.

~ by alie0bronwynn on May 13, 2009.