A boy showing off his scar. I love this picture. It's totally gruesome and absolutely wicked. I love it mostly because I never was this kid-- my tendencies erred on the side of prudence, always nose to the ground, never chin back and grinning. Working at a camp this last summer I was struck by the carisma that 10 year olds exude in humbling circumstances, like when Chloe fell on her nose, when Tajars got lice, when Molly puked all over her cabin. This is my scar, here's how it happened.
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