Scarred

This week I decided to have a go at the challenge, so here it is.

This is my knee and it's strange little scar. Everyone should have one of these scars, and I suspect everyone does. I've got one on my wrist from a burn (my Mum did tell me not to touch, did I listen?), and one on my nose from a tussle with a broken laundry basket. But this one is a mystery. So I just make it up.

Perhaps I was rescuing a friend from a crocodile attack. Or maybe it was where the bullet grazed past as I was retrieving an ancient vase from the evil emperor. Did it happen when I snowboarded in the Olympics? Or maybe the ground just jumped up and bit me sometime in a year gone past...