A hole in the leg

Everybody has some sort of scar at some point in their life. Sometimes the scars fade with time, and sometimes the scars are there for the rest of your life. I have a vrey faint scar on my forehead where I hit my head as a child, and one between my left bicep and shoulder where I cut it during a cross country race (How, I have no idea; I finished the race and somebody pointed out my arm was covered in blood – it was news to me). One time I put a nail through my foot and then broke a toilet tank I was carrying, but that scar is completely gone now.

This past week, though, I found a hole in my leg. Now, I had no idea this scar was there. I can not recall ever having seen it before. I have no idea how it got there. It has obviously been healed over for years since I have leg hair growing out it. It looks like somebody took a chomp right out of my skin (if you look closely), although it is easier to find by running a finger over it. Most of my shin is nice and bony, until you get to the spot where the skin dips into a shallow crater. I wonder how it got there like that.

I discovered it last week while lacing up my running shoes; I had my right ankle on my left knee. I wish I had a story about it; maybe I should make one up?