32-stitches that is

where on earth could anyone fit 32 stitches? i managed quite well, figuring out that 32 fit perfectly on my right knee. I did not do this on purpose of course, who wants to fit 32 stitches anywhere? I have better things to do. but as it so happened i luckily received 32 lovely memorable stitches on my knee. its really a lame story...compared to all the things that could have caused my scar. In truth i was just running, lame I know but i was, down a dirt path in the camp grounds at Veyo Pool, minding my own business. It had just rained so the river had raised several inches up the path on unknown dirt. I stride along minding my own business, thinking of a nice breakfast awaiting me in my campsite. You see my family was there for our annual family reunion, I woke up early to take a morning run. No one knew I was up. To get to the point I tripped; simply and clumsily tripped. Tripping for me isn't odd at all, the odd thing was when i tried to get up i couldn't bend my knee. I looked down in awe to see that i tripped over a re-bar, which is an iron bar used in construction. my knee had skidded over it, creating a nice torn gash of flesh and muscles pouring out everywhere(along with blood). why there was a re-bar in the middle of a camp ground i know not. the camp director tried to claim it was attached to a log keeping it from floating off. I did not see any dang log! this re-bar was unseen to my little eyes until i tripped over it. I sat there bleeding, feeling the warm blood drip down my leg puddling on my shoe. thats when i went into shock for a few moments. Then I got a brilliant idea to throw some water on it. Bad idea! it killed like a million stinging bees. So now to make things worse I am in more pain, down the path from my campsite and pissed off. I hobble my way to camp, pass my dad cooking breakfast. I even asked him where the first aid was. parents are slow like that, to not notice a bleeding child hobbling by. I unlock his truck and somehow manage to jump in retrieve the first aid. reaching a chair I start to access the situation. As I was measuring ban-aids to see which one would fit the 4 inch long gash, my grandma passes by. she smiles at first then realizes my bleeding knee. I heard some words come out of her mouth I never imagined anyones grandma saying; beep this and beep that, what the beep were you thinking, so on and so forth. Soon all the grown ups flocked to my chair trying to bandage up my gash. After that the adrenaline kicked in on full power, making me feel as high as a kite. my parents rushed me to the hospital where they sewed my up nice and good. I watched them sew my skin like cloth feeling nothing. its odd to watch them tug and pull at your flesh. I ended up going back to camp, hobbling from place to place the rest of the reunion. In remembrance I Now i have a sweet scar that looks like a caterpillar in flesh tones; the memory of my grandma swearing.