The Scar

My favorite scar is on my right arm. I was at my cousin’s house for two weeks last summer and we were jumping on his trampoline. In the front of his house you can only see one level of his house. His backyard is a huge pit so you can see both levels of his house in his back yard. On the sides of the pit there are about five different levels of rocks that you can walk on that go all the way around the walls of the pit. His trampoline is in the pit of his back yard next to the rock wall. You could step from the trampoline to the rocks and then climb the other levels of rocks to get out of the pit. We were going to go in so I jumped from the trampoline to a rock. I lost my balance and went to jump back on to the trampoline but I hit into my little cousin who was climbing up behind me. And we both slid down the rocks in between the trampoline and the rocks. My cousin only had a little scratch but from my elbow to my wrist was bleeding. My whole right arm had a big scab for about a week and a half. Now you can only see a liitle bit of a scar.