Day Twenty-Eight~A scar you have and its story

I am one of those people who seem to scar fairly easily. I have dozens that I can point out. Some more impressive than others. The only thing is that I cannot remember where the majority of them came from. There are very, very faint ones on my hands and arms, mostly from a feisty cat my family once had called Friend Micky, (or Satan.) There are also several on my legs, mostly from random cuts I have received over the years. I do not remember the specific situation for any of these scars. I do have one on my upper arm that I distinctly remember getting.

It was The Fourth of July, (should that be capitalized?) and I was standing out on the porch. It wasn't a very smart thing to do, but I accidental dragged my arm across a rusty nail head. It didn't hurt that much, but it bled for what seemed like a long time because the cut had been rather ragged.