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You've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".

Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.

(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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tiny scar
after being told countless times as a kid not to run (and people wonder why im a bit rotund now??) i decided to disobey my grandparents one day, woo yay rebellion!

the result was me tripping over, and cutting my head open on the edge of a stone step. i dont remember much of it (i was 2!) but i do remember everyone making a fuss and giving me lots of chocolate!

i still have the scar, 16 years later, very very visible, in the middle of my forehead!
taught me not to run, EVER again!
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 17:30, Reply)
not clever
was on one of those high school week aways you do with a few mates.. someone brought a stereo and lots of metal cds.. results in whole dorm starting a bit of a *pit* and me jumping backwards not noticing the low rafter, after falling over i noticed the large amounts of red spilling from my head. Best part was me trying to convince my friends there was no need for hospital or to tell any teachers while they watched the blood run down my face..
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 17:12, Reply)
Jackass video
Last year me and some friends decided to start filming Jackass videos. So we went to the lake and did some stunts there. My friend asked if I'd ride a trolley into the lake. I foolishly agreed. So I got into the trolley, someone pushed it down towards the lake and as soon as the trolley got to the water it hit a rock causing me to go flying. Ouch. I got out of the water and my arms were slashed up and I had a moleste cut on my hip. Later I got in the trolley again and rode it on the halfpipe and got pushed off, causing me to fuck up both of my knees. I spent the rest of the day freezing (it was January) and in pain. The next day the cut on my hip had gone every colour you could imagine.

Here's the video if anyone's interested:
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 16:56, Reply)
2 year old + temper + stairs + radiator


Well the story goes that I was upstairs in my room demanding sweets and my mum says no. This made me go extremly red and stampy, this was amplified by my early age chubbyness and blond hair , which had now changed.

So I stomp all the way to the landing and then attempt to stamp down the stairs. I suddenly lost my footing and continued to roll down the stairs like a rag doll. Father and sister were down stairs on the sofa watching TV when they suddenly saw a chubby, red faced, bondle haired boulder coming down the stairs.

Then, BOING!

I had just bounced back up 3 stairs after hitting the radiator and I left a massive dent in it.

Then i just sat there staring. My mind was just contemplating the fact that i had hit something. Parents rush over, i see the blood and i start crying my eyes out.

It left a 2" scar in the back of my head and a lesson that i should be less of a moody cunt so often
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 16:25, Reply)
My scars
One nice little scar on my foot from ice skateing. I took one skate off and then proceded to take the next one off. Bloody thing slipped out my hands to go blade first into my other, non protected foot and sliced me inbetween the toes.
Also remember. When you have your apendix out and it gets infected, please consult your local gp and dont squeeze it. Now I cant feel pain in that area. Maybe its a super power
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 16:19, Reply)
I can confirm
Chicks do dig scars.

(unless they are disfiguring, hideous facial scars... obviously. i mean i don't fancy the Toxic Avenger; who would? and that Simon Western bloke, nice and all but i wouldn't)
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 15:46, Reply)
Just one more thing
Empty-Vee. you say your brother was shorter than you and say you were 4 and your brother was 6 ("Me(4) and my brother(6).....")
This wouldn't be a problem, maybe you were tall for your age... But then, see, you say you were "chasing younger brother (he wouldn't let me have a go)" Now there's something I just don't understand. Then later you say "I was only 3". Now which one was it?
I'll get my shabby beige mac...
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 15:29, Reply)
This put me off girls for life.
So I'm 12 years old, snogging with my first girlfriend behind the gym after school. She is quite a bit taller than me and I am getting a bit of a crick in my neck from having to crane upwards. I come up for air and a stretch and realise my shoe is undone. I bend down to tie it up and we continue chatting about whether we should go and hang around by the swings or whether we should go back to hers for some serious snogging. I tell her that we should go down to the park and she can push me on the swing for a bit (I was little, and she was a lot more muscly than I).

She gets faux-indignant at this reversal of the usual male/female roles and "taps" (her words) me on the forehead, causing me to overbalance and put my hand behind me, right on to a broken bottle, which slices a 2inch gash in my hand, severing the nerves to two fingers and the tendon to one.
I stare down at the blood pulsing from this gaping wound and cry, "you BITCH, it's over!" before running across the road in a bit of a blind panic and into a shop that sold venetian blinds (and was conveniently owned by my dad's mate).

Cue Dad rushing home from work to take me to hospital and me having to get undressed in front of a male nurse and getting a bit of a stiffy.
Ah yes. That was the day I first started to realise I might be a bummer.

Anyway - I ended the evening by having surgery on my hand to reattach the tendon and nerves. Didn't get much sleep though as
1) I was slightly concerned about my gay indicating erection
2) the kid in the bed next to me was screaming all night due to the pain caused by his having no legs anymore (he and his scally friends had been playing on the merseyrail line and his legs had been sliced off by a passing train. Ouch).

Ended up with a 2 inch scar along the right palm and my hand was wrapped up in bandages for weeks. So not only was I gradually realising I fancied boys, I couldn't even wank to celebrate. Arse.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 14:45, Reply)
The guilt
Three-year-old little sister chasing seven-year-old me around the sofa (don't ask why, it seemed fun at the time). Sister trips, smashes head on the corner of the wall, five hours in casualty. She still has a massive scar smack bang in the centre of her forehead. To make matters worse, three months later I was more or less directly responsible for breaking her leg. She loves me.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 14:45, Reply)
I have a scar on the side of my right middle finger, going fro the side and halfway through my nail.
I was sharpening a scythe (yes, really) and not paying attention. Whenn I started gushing blood, I realised that I'd dragged my finger right along the blade that I'd just been sharpening, cleanly slicing most of my fingertip off.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 14:08, Reply)
Shorter brother
Me(4) and my brother(6).....
1 x pedal car
1 x gravel path on a slope
1 x chasing younger brother (he wouldn't let me have a go)
Cue my brother picking up too much speed then putting his feet down to slow down - whoops forgot to wear shoes... heals get slammed back and stuck under the his seat, emerges literally with 10mm missing from the bottom of each foot. I would have taken pictures but I was only 3, had no camera and was laughing far too much (like only a brother could) mwwahaahaa
length/girth/boring.... sorry
Still makes me smirk to think of it though.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 14:02, Reply)
I've got a 2" scar on my arm from getting stuck ina giant fibreglass clowns mouth!
12 years old, on holiday with my parents in the isle of wight. We were having a day out at 'Black Gang Chine'(a dodgy second rate, council estate esque theme park, pirates and that kind of shite). We got to a kids play area where one of the bits of kit was a giant clowns head with a slide inside and a tube for a mouth, I tried crawling through the tube but got stuck half way and had to be pulled free by my dad and 2 passers by and as i was dragged out I cut my arm on an exposed screw head. I think that's the reason I hate clowns so much!
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 13:34, Reply)
I must have been about 10 at the time
my bed at my parents house was perfectly in line with he door, so i could run from the landing and jump feet first into bed, which i did often. My dad had just built some shelves to go above my bed to keep all my starwars stuff on, cue me fucking about one night when i'm ment to be in bed, my dad comes to investigate the noise so i jump feet first into bed, forgetting about the new shelves. the corner of the shelf hit me on the eyebrow, splitting it open and pissing blood down my face, the resulting impact also cause the millenium falcon to fall on my head. at first my dad thought i'd poked my eye out, but on further inspection i just needed a quick trip to A&E, followed by three stitches in my eyebrow. luckly you can't notice it now as it's hidden under my eyebrow.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 12:53, Reply)
Knives, Blades and Claret
I have several high quality scars. My three favourites are;

1) The puncture wound in my knee. I went ice skating, got tripped up and banged the back two inches of the blade (that sticks out behind the boot) straight through my kneecap and into the minor artery behind. Cue ice going red, children screaming and me gazing in shock and awe as hot, dark red blood quite literally spouted from my knee in time to my heartbeat. And I mean spouted. Best bit of the entire thing was as I waited for the ambulance (remember I am in a pool of blood and, coz it's an artery, compression isn't doing a great deal to stem the flow) an American couple actually said "Gee, honey, are you ok?"...I was lost for sarcasm at that moment. Strangely I am now married to an American.

2) The rakish scar across the right hand side of my chest. I saw one of my mates emerging from the biology lab at school. Naturally I jumped on his back. He had been stealing scalpels...I didn't even notice until my shirt went damp and red...end result - 4 inch raised scar that looks like I was stabbed. And I was...sort of.

3) Much more recent 8 inch long beast down front of shin. Weird one this. After a party with some work colleagues me, the wife and the attractive lesbians (they do exist and at least one works with me) found ourselves at a loose end and decided to streak through the town centre. Cue one naked man and three naked women charging down the street. Then, for no apparent reason, leaping in bushes. One particular evil twig raked me...and the scar won't go even though it wasn't more than a scratch in the first place.

I've never apologised for length.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 12:35, Reply)
spaghetti slicing
mum and i were once fighting over a can of spaghetti.. lid already half off and just hanging on the tin

mum snatched it and the lid ended up slicing a small section of my wrist.. makes me look like a suicidal imbecile now.. but that's ok because it makes people be nice to me.. out of guilt.. muwahahaha
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 12:11, Reply)
Helicopter incident
Lost literally half my fingers in the rear rotor blade of a helicopter whilst learning to fly.

This is the only photo I have...What remained of my little finger after hours of surgery and several microstitches.

(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 11:58, Reply)
Hamster Cupid Bite
I still have a tiny scar under my right thumb from a really vicious hamster bite from about eight years ago. I thought he would have been a bit more grateful, given that we were trying to get him together with my mate's girl hamster.

There's no pleasing some hamsters.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 11:53, Reply)
not me..
...but a mate of mine fell in a scalding hot bath when he was a baby and now he's got some of his ass grafted on his face.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 11:23, Reply)
chicken poxin itchin arse
Like everybody else, I got told when I had chicken pox, "not to scratch or you'll scar."

Like everybody else, I managed to not scratch for, ooh, about 5 minutes.

Unlike everybody else, I had it as an adult, when it is a slightly more serious affair and, unbeknownst to me, the skin is less able to heal.

My entire body is permantently covered in tiny little white scars and I have a whacking great crater between my eyebrows from one that went septic.

(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 11:17, Reply)
Again, not stupid but
got a tiny red blotch on my arm. Skin specialist used a spud gun type of knife and removed it for pathology. 6mm in diameter. Puny and nothing to worry about...

Result back in - malignant melanoma, (cancer for the hard of thinking) and sorry, but we didn't get it all, we'll have to operate and remove more - will tomorrow be ok ? (Hmm go on then, it's not really serious like).

3" scar - very, very neat, good considering the surgeon was a big (in both senses) Star Trek fan. 5 or 6 years on, I don't need to have my lymph glands felt every 6 months (damn).

Only 3 weeks ago, my son studying genetics/cancer @ Edinburgh discovers this could have been a very scary 'infection'. Cue (for the first time ever in 22 years) sympathy and care for his old pa.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 10:27, Reply)
Fire = hot
I have a scar on my finger from where I stuck it into the fire at my aunts house, "to see if it was hot". (I was 2 at the time, just for the record).

I also have a scar on my eyeball from where the top 3 layers were burnt, when the bit that goes *bang* from a Christmas cracker sent hot sparks flying into my eye. Cue a Christams day spent in casualty, with a junior doctor too sqeamish to put my eyedrops in, meaning my poor mum had to do it.....
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 10:17, Reply)
I had an overactive blood vessel
it was making a bid for freedom and surfaced. Obviously the little bastard kept popping and bleeding everywhere, so they had to cut it out. Bloody big scar they left me with too.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 9:34, Reply)
i was innocently flipping upside down on a swingset when i flipped too far and ended up scraping a strip of my scalp off- down the middle of my head. needless to say, i used to have long hair and it was odd having to wear a hat whilst it healed, seeing as they couldn't sew or bandage it. i also sliced my knee up good whilst jumping off waterfalls.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 7:31, Reply)
unimpressive girlie scars
When I was 2 or 3 my three older brothers were in charge of looking after me in the back garden. Needless to say I managed to fall off the same tree stump onto concrete 3 times, each time splitting my head in a new place, who knows how I managed to keep climbing back up there.
When I was 10 and eldest brother was 16 my first ever game of putt-putt golf had to be postponed due to the gaping wound in my head from where my brother accidentally hit me. With a steel putter. You don't need to swing big in putt-putt...
Drunken carpet burn scar on elbow, thought playing rugby on carpet would be fun
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 5:52, Reply)
I have a scar...
underside of my left boobage that looks like a weird demented blackhead.
Someone careless was pinning my nappy on when I was a baby and stabbed me, and as I grew up it just migrated up my torso.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 5:19, Reply)
i dont even know where half of them came from
back in the days when i was small young and fat to say the least i would always try to beat my brother up or well he would beat me up but enuff of that. during one of our classic street fighter-esc fights i got my arse kicked and ran to my mum to be an annoying lil brother but on my way i saw my mum holding cake and a fork so i grabbed them outta her hand and kept running and then came the falling, when i got up i found there to be a fork sticking out of my nose so my mum not knowing what to do ripped it, next thing blood spurting out tears and A n E, now i got three lil dent scar things across the bridge of my nose as well as the ability to push my nose into my head and tape it down hurazzah!

apologies for the length
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 3:56, Reply)
Scars with history
Yes - I have a large and rather ragged scar between my shoulder blades - that's round the back where I can't see. For many years I carried a Go'auld larva thing which kept me pretty well but then it began to die and had to be removed in a very messy operation in the doctor's surgery. Using self hypnosis I was able to rise above the occasion but I have to report that I have not been as well since the procedure and now am very disabled indeed. If anyone is looking for a host for a Go'auld larva I would be happy to oblige. I have a complex of variety of ailments which would respond well to an infestation. Also - my eyes no longer light up and I can't speak in that deep butch voice I once had - which alarmed the kiddies so much.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 0:46, Reply)
After seeing some nasty little scouse chav gang beating up an 70 year old man, I decided that the 200 people queuing for a taxi and watching with only a passing interest, that I should do something about it. Valant hero that I am, the old boy managed to get in his cab and left sharpish. The gang turned their attention on me. One of them bit my ear almost fully off (i didnt notice in the adreneline rush) and 20 hours , 3 hospitals, 3 consultants and 18 stitches later, my ear is back to normal apart from the 2 inch scar where it was sewn back on. I eventually got my balance back later.

To the 200 supposed adult liverpudlians who stood in the taxi queue and watched all of this (did I mention my gf got a beating also) happen alongside that big hotel in town, the one that was on the telly series - fuck you. It took a Manc to stop a crowd of your scummy little children from beating one of your grandparents up. And you wonder why everyone hates you? Your children are scum and you let them beat your elderly.

Rant over. Sorry to all the law abiding scousers who would have helped me out. Introduce yourselves, restore some faith.
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 0:37, Reply)
a fine summers day a few years ago
i was at my first girlfriends house and for some reason everyone started jumping into it, me being of the rollerblader persuasion started to get fancy and attempted a "misty flip" i land in the pool perfectly then still dizzy go to get out and slip, falling awkwardly on my left arm, i get up to feel severe pain, i assumed i had simply dislocated my shoulder again (a regular occurrence)and so promptly move my arm up suddenly. i then feel a weird bout of nausea and continued giggling all the way to A+E. it had turned out that i had broken my collarbone and my additional work and completely disalligned the bones casuing me now to have a large weird looking lump out of my left shoulder and an inability of handstands, im also now very wary of flips. numerous other scars all over my body from similar accidents, including a scar on my thight from sleeping on breaking and embedding my glasses into my leg. ill shh now ive said too much already
(, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 23:59, Reply)

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