I dreamed again last night about when I played ball in high school before I had my knee injury. It was a dirty hit and yet I forgive the guy. I have been through several really painful surgeries and I still don’t walk without a limp after four years. My scars are ugly. They said I’d barely notice them. Whatever. I know they are there. I miss those days but I have to get over it – I wish the dream would just stop.