Skinned Knees
The summer I learned to ride a bike was rough on my knees. Multiple bike wrecks meant multiple cuts and scraps on my knees. Scabs would form, only to be ripped off during the next wreck. Sometimes, I just used a leaf to wipe the blood and off I'd go. That "not-so-hygienic-practice" resulted in a few nasty infections. Thankfully, our bodies are made to heal and the only physical reminders of that summer are a few scars. Abandonment is much like those skinned knees. Time heals that deep wound, but just when you least expect it, the scab is ripped off. Most of my childhood was spent in...