My scars are really very minor. I do have a favorite though - the only one that required stitches. I think it's pretty much the most perfect story to explain my personality. I was maybe 9 years old, and we were at the county fair in Wharton, Texas. There was this huge pavilion with picnic tables all lined up, and I was doing dramatic ballet leaps (grands jetes!) between the benches. On a particularly long jump, I lost my footing and crashed smack into the table part, with my chin taking the brunt of it. Three stitches later, there's still a little scar. Oh the things we do for our art.
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