so true

i read this and i was reminded of what i always used to do as a child. how many of u are reminded of your childhood when you read this??

under the palm of one hand the child became aware of the scab of an old cut on his kneecap. he bent forward to examine it closely. a scab was always a fascinating thing, it presented a special challenge he was never able to resist. yes, he thought i will pick it off, even if it isnt ready yet, even if the middle sticks, even if it hurts like anything. with a fingernail he began to explore cautiously around the edge of a scab. he got a nail underneath it and when he raised it but ever so slightly, it suddenly came off, the whole hard brown scab came off beautifully leaving an interesting little cirlce of smooth red skin.