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April 23 | Third Eye
Melissa had a white spot about the size of a nickel in the center of her forehead. As she got older it faded quite a bit, but when she was younger it was more noticeable.
She was probably around four or five years old and we were out on the fishing boat for the summer. Dad had run the boat up onto the beach to let us kids run off some energy on land. She and I were back on the bow waiting for our brothers (The Boys, as we called them) to jump up after us.
Marty wanted to bring some rocks with him and was tossing a few onto the bow before jumping up from the beach. One of the rocks he threw looked about the size of a hearty sandwich, and it hit Melissa right on the forehead. She bled and bled like head wounds do.
After the rock-forehead collision I teased her about that white spot. I told her she had been born with a third eye right there, and the rock had damaged it. All that remained was some white scar tissue, a reminder of her mutation.
And oh, she hated me for it. Even when we were past puberty I would mention her 'third eye' and get punched right-and-proper for it.
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