The Story of the Scar on My Knee

Since July 2007 I have had a rather nasty looking scar on my knee. It is oval shaped and turns purple when I'm cold. It also itchs constantly. Whenever I wear shorts or skirts and dress that show my knee people ask where I got it. To tell people the truth I always start out with "chasing boys." This always peaks some curiosity.
The real truth is that I was at Friends Music Camp in Ohio and I fell during serenade. Serenade is a lovely activity where the female campers sing songs to the male campers and vice versa. The girl's serenade this year happened to involve an elaborate plane of two girls out side taunting the boys out and the rest of them inside, waiting for the cue to run out. So on the night of serenade we had our songs learned and the guitars were tuned. We also were dressed as "super sexy ninja babes." As a group we walked silently (as not to wake the boys) across Olney campus towards the boys dorm. When we got there the boys dorm counselor let us all in and we hid in the public bathrooms down stairs. Then the two girls started to sing their song. After we all ran out (this is where the story gets interesting...)
As we were running out I ended up tripping out the door because I didn't realize that there was a concrete slab that was about 4-6 inches off the ground after the door way. When I look back on this moment in my life I realize that I don't remember falling at all. So I landed on the ground with an earth shattering thud and just lay there. I do remember thinking "oh my this ground is really comfortable and cool, I'll just lay here for a while." After I was laying there the boys dorm counselor and the camp nurse came over to see if I was OK. I also remember asking them what had happened. When I was put together enough to realize, I looked down at my knee and it wasn't as bad as it could have been and the cut didn't seam that bad. I thought that I would get away without a scar. Boy was I wrong.
So I ended up getting up and joining in the singing and the goodnight hugs afterwords. Then I went over to the infirmary with the nurse to take a look at my knee. When we got there we went in the bathroom and had to cut my leggings off my knee (they were cheap and ripped like crazy anyway.) After that the nurse dressed the wound on my knee and gave me some pain medicine to ease the throbbing pain I had in my knee. Then we walked back to the girls dorm and I tried to go to bed. My room mates were just getting ready to sleep when I got there. I got into bed and then just started crying. I think it was mostly that my mother had never ever given me the sympathy that the nurse had and that I missed home. My room mates went to get the nurse and she told me it would be alright and gave me some wather. Then I fell asleep.
The next day I woke up and removed the bandage from my knee and it was awful! It had not started to scar yet because it was moist under the bandage and it had a white film over the top of it. Naturally, I was worried. I showered and got dressed and went to see the nurse and she redressed the wound. For the days following, we could not figure out how to keep the wound covered because it was too big for just a bandage. I also ended up having a HUGE bruise on my left hip. A few days after the incident, the band director was like "oh my goodness Marni! We thought you died because you weren't moving!!" This made me think about what actually happened. I think I blacked out as I was falling and the came back when I hit the ground.
So this is where the large circular scar on my knee came from. Just a story to pass the time! Moral: Don't be a sexy ninja that chases boys around with guitars in the dead of night...