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How I Got My “Pool Scars”

How I Got My “Pool Scars”






Anyways. That’s how I got my pool scars.




2 Responses to How I Got My “Pool Scars”

  1. When I was 5 or 6, some boys in my class were messing about holding the Pot Noodle pots in which our colouring pencils lived, to their faces with suction. It looked like a laugh, so I copied them. Then I panicked, and it got stuck because I couldn’t stop breathing in. I had a scar on the bridge of my nose until I was 16! Copying your peers is not always a good idea :)

    • Oh dear. That sounds kind of like when I stuck my tongue to a metal railing in the middle of winter. I was like “I bet it’s not cold enough for it to stick”. And then it stuck. And it was terrifying. The tip of my tongue was rather sensitive for a very long time after that.