Scars and Memories

As I lose more and more weight, old scars are becoming more visible. It's much like taking a walk through the past. I can see a scar on the back of my calf (hell I can now see the back of my calf) that I got during a slumber party when I was 12. It was a warm summer night in 1972 and we were all sitting in Denise's basement laughing hysterically because we had been out causing mischief and almost got caught. We were piled on top of each other, laughing until our sides ached and Denise was sitting on my lap. She slid down to the floor and somehow a piece of metal on her belt scraped my leg and 32 years later I have a small reminder of that simpler, happy time. I'm so happy to see that scar again. I look at my now visible chicken pox scars and think of the circus. I was 7 and we were going on a school field trip to Kansas City to see the circus. I was such a big deal and I had been looking forward to it for weeks. On the morning of the field trip, I woke up with what I knew were chicken pox. They had been going around school and I had been praying daily that they wouldn't come my way. Sitting on my bed that morning, getting dressed for school, I looked at my belly and counted the bumps - 4 of them. I decided then and there that I was going to the circus and put on a long sleeved blouse and the longest skirt I had with knee high socks. I made it through breakfast without my mother noticing anything and was out the door and on the school bus to Kansas City before I knew it. I don't remember a thing about the circus. I do remember after we got back and out of school, running down the street, headed for home and my mother who was waiting in the yard, blouse lifted up to show my mother my chicken pox. I was so happy that I had been on the field trip AND had chicken pox, which was a very cool thing to have. I see a tiny scar from my favorite cat who played rough and the place where Wendy Pickel scratched me in the 4th grade because Mrs. Mapes always let me pass out papers. Who knew that having wls would bring back so many wonderful memories? Connie

Oh Connie - just hearing you talk about your experiences from childhood makes me think back to mine! I don't notice scars so much, but I do think about the energy I had as a kid and think about how exciting it was for me this morning when I actually WANTED to go for a walk. I haven't wanted to do anything of the sort for YEARS. ::sigh:: Suddenly I feel like I'm in an old movie and flashing back to my childhood.... Dina

Thanks for the memories. No scars but your post brought back to mind happy summer days when I would go to the playground climb the monkey bars and hang upside down. I dreamed of being a circus star. Louise