Scars with historyYou'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.
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chthonic, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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I'll try and keep this shortI was 16, on an exchange trip to Spain, aimed at improving our very basic grasp of the language.
I'm off on my own (probably not a good idea in itself), riding a bike to where I was working. I'm steaming down a hill, an insect flies into my eye, so I rub it with one hand while continuing to steer the bike.
The hill gets steeper, bike goes faster, one hand is still on my eye, so I pull the brake with the other.
Front brake locks on, I fly over the handlebars and wake up a little while later surrounded by a well-meaning and worried Spanish family.
They're pointing to the lump on my head and the bleeding gash on my arm (hence the scar), jabbering away in Spanish.
I've just woken up, and the best I can come up with in return is "I am 16. I am from England. I am an exchange student. Do you sell stamps? Where is the train station? The light in my room doesn't work.....etc.".
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 11:05, Reply)
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