Pencil Day

Why am I writing about Pencil Day?  I was either in third or fourth grade when for some reason, which I don't remember, I stuck my No. 2 yellow pencil into my left hand.  I do remember it began bleeding badly enough that I had to go see the school nurse.

Though you cannot tell by the picture, even though I drew a circle around it, I still can see the lead/graphite that was left in my hand.  For many, many years I could even feel where the lead was.  Why I could still see and feel the lead, I don't know either.  You would think that someone would have either removed or cleaned my hand, but it never was.  That shall remain one of those great mysteries I guess.