I want to share a funny story but also a scary story about how I cut my knee on the sea floor as a child. I was about seven years old I believe and went on vacation somewhere on the black sea with my parents. So I went swimming one day with my mom and we were standing in fairly shallow water. I could not swim at all at that time and in an effort to take away my fear of swimming and teach me how to swim my mother suggested that I walk on the sea floor with my knees. So I started to do that and at first I was enjoying myself but suddenly felt something sharp like a rock get stuck inside my knee. When I came out of the water to see what it was, I saw a huge piece of glass sticking out of my knee. I freaked out. I was so scared. There was blood all over the place and my knee was torn. Eventually we went to see the doctor and the glass was taken out of my knee, but because my mom did not know any better she decided to try an old remedy to heal the wound. She told me to use my own urine in a cloth and hold it agains my scar. As you can guess this did nothing. Eventually my scar healed and closed, but the scar remained on my knee as an ever lasting memory of what happened.

Kosanya~