The Scar by Tobi

“The Scar”

My weekly climb
up the mountain
to get the firewood.
It was such a long walk.

Once I was on the mountain
I saw a good tree.
The tree was very difficult
to climb.
Dad never let me climb
the trees.

My Auntie wasn’t watching me
So I started to climb the tree.
The tree was as prickly as a porcupine.
The wind was blowing….hoo hoo.

I’m so far up.
I grasped for the branch .
Oh no!! I’m falling.
Boom, bang, bonk.

Scratch, crash, thud. The smell of pine.
There I was, laying on the ground.
It pain was so intense.
The blood is black
And running down my body.
I’m screaming in pain .
Auntie is running over to me.
What’s wrong?
Take me home.
My own screams of terror ring in my ears.



I have to be quiet.
Auntie is yelling at me.
She says “shut up”
or they will take me away.


The long walk home
down the mountain.
A bamboo stick
to use as a cane.

More pain; I could barely take it.
I couldn’t bend.
The blood kept on coming.

When I was finally home
Auntie put some oozy stuff on my cuts.
It was such a strange weird feeling.
Then she wrapped me up to keep it clean.

I look down at my scar
and remember the smell of vegetables
the bees buzzing
And the sun shining.



My scar is a constant reminder of that day.