
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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I was on holiday in Spain with my family and my cousin & I decided to race to see who could get inside the villa first. We were at the time, by the pool which was separated from the garden by a 4ft iron fence.
He ran round to the gate but I decided I'd climb over the fence. Cue my foot getting stuck in a bit of the fretwork and a nice pendulum motion of me spinning head first over fence and hitting it with comedy boing.
Cue deep cut to forehead and me passing out.
I came to twice, first time with on a sofa with my family fussing over me and the second in a manky hospial with a doctor spraying my head with disinfectant and then using the rustiest needle I have ever seen to sew me up.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 12:02, Reply)
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