A few days ago I suddenly felt an itch in my left forefinger. I absently scratched it, then realized there was a small cut, looking as if it had been made by a knife or razor.
I had no idea of how it came to be, though. Actually, this sort of thing happens to me fairly often; I may be a physical coward who tries to avoid taking risks unnecessarily, but it so happens I'm also a klutz, and I'm always bumping into things and knocking things over, so minor casual damage is not unexpected. Here is a photo of a somewhat more serious-looking cut in the very same place(weird!), from a few years ago; it looks rather gruesome, and you would be forgiven for thinking I would remember an incident like that -- but no, I have no memory at all of that cut, either.
Kind of odd, in light of the fact that I still well remember the incident from my fifth or sixth year, when someone spilled hot porridge over my foot, tried to wipe it off, and peeled the scalded skin off my foot! I ended up being carried off to the nearby hospital for treatment.
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