"Why is this bone so skinny?" he said as he felt my shin.
"What do you mean 'why is it so skinny'? What am I supposed to say? Because, that's the way God made me."
"How many dents do you have in your shin?" he continued.
I give him a blank stare. Dents? In my bone?!
"You don't have any?" he is incredulous, "How is that possible? I thought you had an adventurous childhood."
"Yeah, well nothing that put dents in my shin. Are you saying you have dents in your leg bone?! How did that happen?"
"Yeah. One even collects dirt while I work at the job site. I don't know, I guess I just would be playing when I was a kid and run into stuff or try to jump over things and then I wouldn't make it."