I don’t know if I have any physical scars from chickenpox, but the misery of having it is one of my earliest memories.
I recall sitting in the bathroom, everything was itching and painful, the light was off, but what little light there was bored into my head. My mother took a photo of me, with the camera flash on. She was laughing, while also crooning over me.
I didn’t know that there even was a vaccine for chickenpox until I was in my 20s. I was so little, who in their right mind is okay with their child going through that? My mother is an anti-vaxxer and honestly I loathe her for that.