I have a deep scar from my right arm.... From when during spring break one year at our Christian School. We lived on property from by the church and by the school.... I ran with my brother and his friend to our house my brother was getting some clothes he was going to stay a week at his friends, and I ran up the hill with them they got in front of me and came through our patio door into the other door leading into the house and slammed the door playing in my face I reacted by putting my arms up in front of my face to stop the door and my right arm went through the french door paneled glass slicing deeply into my right arm... It was white and you could see all the little vein looking things so it was deep. They had to take skin from my upper and lower arm to sew it back together. I still have that scar to this day
