Graff #1
When I look at my hands, I don’t see anything special about them, yup they are ordinary looking hands. Same thing that everyone else has, ten finger nail, all equipped with fingernails that, at the moment, I am trying to grow out. It never works, they always getting chipped and torn, but I never seem to give up hope that some day I will have nice long ladylike nails. There is a scar on my left middle finger, proof that I came out on the losing end of a fight with a stapler. Another particularly nasty little scar on my left pointer finger from when I discovered my dad’s hunting knives and decided that they would make pretty cool toys to play with. Both of my middle fingers still won’t bend all the way down because of them being repeatedly sprained from my soccer playing years as a goalie. It take a close inspection of my hands to see any of these things but when I do it brings back memories, good and bad.
