January 2012
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Bryce McCormick, Let It Go →
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Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.
When I was 7 my mom was tickling me in the living room. Playfully, I tried to run out the glass-pane door. The glass shattered and I split my arm to the bone. It happened so fast I didn’t feel it. Mom was crying. I didn’t cry until they had to numb my arm for the 18 stitches. I love you Mom.
