I have a small scar on my chin. 

When I was in the 4^th grade I was walking to get a drink one day and was paying more attention to Ginny Potter.

I tripped over a piece of raised concrete fell and cut my chin on the fountain. 

I had to go see my doctor to get stitches. 

My biggest fear was that the anesthetic wouldn’t work on me, that I was so different and special that it worked on everyone else in the world but not on me.   It did work though. 

I'm glad I’m not as special as I thought.