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Kristi Peterson
Fountain Valley, California USA
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I got this scar when I was in elementary school and somehow my older sister had convinced me to push her around on our dad's tricycle bike. I was pushing her along on the sidewalk, pushing on the two back wheels, when my left hand slipped and dove under the fender of the left wheel. The rusty old bike sliced the top of my hand, eventually leaving this tasty, long scar. My sister was pretty afraid that I would be mad, but rather than this scar being a reminder to never do what my sister tells me again, it always reminds me of how much I absolutely love my sister and to this day, I would do anything for her.
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