My hands

When I first look at my hands, I don't see anything special, everything is there, all my fingers, and at the end of each finger is a nail, yep same boring old thing that everyone else has. At the moment I have a bulky, white bandage wrapped around my thumb that serves as a reminder as to how clumsy I am and why I should not be allowed anywhere near a knife sharper than a butter knife. The middle fingers on both my hands still won't bend all the way to my hand from my years playing soccer as a goalie. There is a little scar on my index finger on my right hand from when I got a little to close to my brother while he was sharpening his knife ; two little scars on on my left middle finger where my friend stapled me. I remember that I had alot of fun with that injury because I got to give people the finger while pretending that I was showing them my injury. I usually bite my nails when I get nervous and since this is the first week of college, they are pretty much gone. These are things that I see when I look at my hands, memories that I will forever have with me