My little brother has a scar identical to mine, in the same spot, from the same year except he was born three years after the accident that gave me mine.
I noticed it when we were swimming.
I stared at his shoulder and asked, “Where did you get that?”
He laughed. You mean the scar?
Yeah.
He looked confused.
I’ve had it forever.
I went home and dug out an old photo of myself from the accident.
Same shoulder.
Same shape.
Same scar.
But mine was dated three years before he was born.