Monday I was at the eye doctor. Dr. Jeppsen was doing his thing with the bright light in the eyes and the magnifier thing. He paused for a moment, and said, "Hm, you have a small scar here on your left eye."
"Oh really?" I replied. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah, but it doesn't look like it would affect your vision."
I mentioned this to my mom after I got out of the appointment. "Oh," she said, "that must be from the dinosaur."
Apparently, once, when I was a small child, I was playing on the lawn while my mom was cleaning out the motorhome. She threw a toy dinosaur out the door and its tail struck me right in the eye.
I was as disappointed as I'm sure you are to learn that my eye scar was not, in fact, caused by an actual dinosaur.