A Scars tale

I got a deep scar on my chin, when i was 3 years old. As the story goes i was energetic little runt. The Six Million Dollar Man was one of the few american shows we got weekly, on the one channel we would get. This is the 70’s an I am in Karachi, Pakistan. I was an avid fan, and decided to mimic my first super hero…guess what, I propelled myself into the air, of the couch, and landed chin first into my grand parents antique glass center table….awe, poor ardeshir, is what I am hoping you all are feeling, but as the story goes, i got no sympathy, and was shipped of back to my parents in Tehran, who, i am sure reluctantly took me back. My reckless history started early, real early, now that i reflect…I don’t know why i have decided to start my story, with that of my scar, but as i continue to write and share(which i hope i do) maybe i will learn something about my dark, dark, dark, yet so, bright, bright, bright life.