My dad once told me that one day a really long time ago when I was like 2 or 3. It started on a normal day after nursery, my mum told me to stay in my dad’s bar (which he does not own now )
I loved this because I always got free drinks but that one day I only asked for soft drink (fizzy drinks) which wasnt a good decision as after drinking 2 cans of coca cola i had a sugar rush,I kept on running back and forth in the bar,my dad warned me to stop because I could get hurt but I didnt listen so I kept on running and running until suddenly I fell and had a massaive cut on my forhead so I had to get sticthes and I still have the scar today.My dad told me this story as I never really knew how I got the scar,there is a possitive because when I wear my glasses and you can see my scar I kind of look like harry potter?