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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my left eardrumMy left eardrum is one big scar.
When I was about 7 or 8, I was playing tig (or tag) in the school playground, when we came up with a new variation. A moleste length of wire (the stiff plastic-coated type) on the school fence was detached at one end - it was several feet long and, being kids, we decided to play wire tig, so that all you had to do was touch someone with the wire and they were "it".
My best friend (yes you Duffy) managed to stick it straight down my ear. Hence the massive eardrum scarring. These days you could probably sue the local education authority for a stack of money.
(I ran into the school with my hand over my ear. The dinner lady asked me what was wrong so I took my hand away. The resulting cascade of blood caused her to faint. She was a great help.)
PS My scars mostly seem to be nature's little reminders to not let OTHER PEOPLE be so damned stupid next time.
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finnbar has officially retired, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 13:11,
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