A young trouble-lovin’ neighbor boy managed to scare me back in my preschool days. My mom sent me to our neighbor’s house where Freddie hid in the shrubs and jumped out at me wearing his Frankenstein mask loaded with scars. I screamed every time. I’ve had to forgive Freddie for harassing me when these memories pop up. I’m sure he grew up to be a swell guy and if I could remember his last name I would look him up on social media and yell at him. Those Scars! The scars on the mask looked real to me, a six year old timid girl. What is it about scars that creep us out like that? When I think of scars, I think of pain. I don’t like to see people suffer. Scars are areas of fibrous tissue (fibrosis) that replace normal skin after injury. A scar results from the biological process of wound repair in the skin and other tissues of the body. Thus, scarring is a natural part of the healing process . Wikipedia My orthopedic surgeon is a petite female