I can vividly remember observing a distinct mark on my mother’s arm during my childhood. It is situated up high, near her shoulder, resembling a ring of minor dents surrounding a larger indentation on her skin.
For some reason that caught my attention back then; the reason escapes me now. I only remember that it did, but as often happens, I eventually forgot about its existence in the years that followed.
In reality, I didn’t completely forget about it (it remains in the exact same spot, naturally), but I did overlook the fact that I was actually intrigued by its origin at one point in time. Maybe I inquired about it once, and my mother provided an explanation. If she did, though, I also forgot about that.
