My Scar in Loving Memory

When I was about 2 years old... Our family was at a baseball game at the Steak Center in Moses Lake. I was running and rolling on the little but steep hill behind the bleachers and they had sprinklers up out of the ground and I cut my foot on one sharp edge. Mom held me till well after I stopped crying and bleeding everywhere I am sure. I even got to pet this adorable black puppy that I had been wanting to play with all night. I till have a scar to this day on my left foot. It reminds me of the best part of mom when ever I look down and see my scar.