A few come to mind...
I was young (don't remebmer this one has been recounted to me by my mother)

I reached for the handle of a saucepan on the stove, it had boiling water in it, 2 seconds later I was covered in boiling water. Don't blame me mum, she loves me and me brother but has been living as a single parent with little income since I was 2 (I'm 21 now)

I was in foster care (oh my troubled life) we were playing with petrol, we decided (me and a group of 'friends') to take some to the local woods and burn a tree, long story short don't carry a plastic bucket full of petrol whilst a twunt is flicking the flint on a lighter. I have a scar on my leg where I dropped the bucket in shock as flames lept around my hand and tried to run away from the flames attached to my leg.

last one, I was a teenager, being young and quite agile I climbed onto a roof of a mobile toilet for a caravan park, to get a football down. unfortunately when I tried to climb down however I though I was a monkey swung down with one hand and managed to slice my forearm so deeply that I could see bone, spent ages showign the other kids that I was like the terminator then remembered it hurt and had to get stitches, I still have that scar too.

sorry for length but is my first post and I wanna make an impression!
(lokiy2j, Fri 26 Nov 2004, 15:59, Reply)