All of us pick up some scars as we grow up. And a few burns, hopefully mild ones. One of those "rights of passage" things we hear about and usually experience. I have a few, plus several surgical scars, which really don't count.
Two of my grandsons live about an hours away, in Columbia, SC, and in fact we are driving down for dinner later today. The lads and I are just close as can be, they climb around and ride in my '52 army truck, always urging me to do some off roading. Had to help me winch out of a muddy creek a year ago. They are learning to "tuff it out, shake it off" with their scrapes and bruises.
Not long ago, one of the boys put a deep scratchy on an arm, and when He showed me the bleeding wound, and wasn't sure if he should show the pain or not, when I cleaned it I told him with luck, it would leave a scar, and showed him my own scars, expelling how I got them, and how it was important for a man, and a boy, to have a variety of scars. In the ensuing days, he kept asking me if it would indeed leave a scar, hoping it would do so. Weeks later, he proudly showed me his new small scar on his arm.
I suspect like his grandfather, and his dad, he too will gain a few worthy wounds when he gets his first "pocket knife'.
Looking forward to the evening with the family. The ladies are going out to a violin concert, us guys will go for burgers or pizza, maybe drop by a gun store and browse around.
Being a dad, and a grandfather, is just the best thing ever.
Be Prepared!!! SF VET