My hands

          After I use the bathroom or I am cleaning with chemicals I use my hands for a lot of different things. It look at my swollen knuckle from my martial arts class where I punched wrong and hurt myself. I also see the burn scars from attempting to cook.  I remember my first try to cook some burgers on the grill I didn't know it was on at first so I felt the top of the grill and yelled. It had been set up for me and I didn't know. What really hurt was the fact that my girl friend at the time was there and I wanted to cook her something, but I embarrassed myself. She asked if I was okay and said that it looked like it hurt. I was so angry, but i let it good at the end.
         When I look at the scar that comes from my wrist onto my right hand I was thinking what was I doing. Then I remembered that I was trying to show off to a girl I liked. I was doing front hand springs over some fences and landing them fine. That's when I got to full of myself and went for a fence that I didn't test to see if it was stable. I ran and put my hand on it and flipped, but it was to late. The bar broke and my right hand with through the bar and right into the metal pile. When I pulled my arm out there was a Hugh gash across my right hand. The only good thing is that I didn't need any stitches.
          I have a burn mark on top of my right hand also from all the messed up pranks my friends and i played on one another. We used to try to wake one another up in the most messed up ways we could think about. One of those times I screamed there is a fire and put some clear wrap in the door way so when he ran out of his room he close lined himself. This is where my scare comes into play he thought I was kidding when I said I don't feel much in my hands. So he heated up one of his knifes and put it on my hand expecting me to wake up saying ouch. I didn't wake up until I smelled my skin burning and yelled at him.
          The only other mark I have on my hands is also on my right hand which I guess since its my dominant hand it has more abuse to it. Is on of my other knuckles is swollen. Me and my brother were arguing about who would sit it the from seat of the car. We argued for so long then he ran as fast as he could to the car. Of course I would have one if not for the door of the house. He got to the door before me and slammed it shut at the right time to have my right hand also slammed in the door. Just my luck hurt my hand and lost the front seat.
          When I think about it I really didn't think about what I was doing and what could happen to my body. When I look at all the scars and marks I have left on my hands I think to myself. I guess that why I never try things without making sure that they are safe. It taught me what to do and what not to do. Scars do leave a memory imprinted not only on your body but in your mind as well.