Howdja get this scar Daddy?
Which one Baby?
This one right here. Tracing a little finger across a thin white line.
I smiled with the memory. It was at a lumber company I had worked at directly after high school graduation. Snagged against a piece of sharp tin. Not much more than a paper cut.
Well….. Do ya want the truth or a good story?
She smiled impishly. Tell me a good story!!!!
I rubbed the scar thoughtfully. It just so happens Baby that there is an interesting story behind this scar……..
Did I ever tell you about the time I was captured by Indians?
Eyes widen with curious excitement.
Well… I wasn’t much older that you are now when one day me and a buddy decided to go hunt for treasure down by the water at the edge of the forest near where my grandma lived…….