
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 have a few small scars.
1, Years ago one winter in germany as a kid, there was a group of us who decided to smash up a several day old snowman, unknown to us it was an ice man.
Someone decided they would use a small spade to hack into it. So they swing away, it glances off the ice and spins them around into my top lip. cue red snow, hospital visit, stiches and a small scar on my filtrum still there 20years later.
2, Several years later while arguing with my bro, as you do, i swear at him and run off. So he decides to stop me with a stick, javalin fashion... it hits me on the head. Loads of blood, many ruined tea-towels, hostpital visit and several stitches.
3, While working as a butcher to pay my way through uni. Sharpening a blade with the sharpeny thingy sticking up, hey im looking profesional! feel a thump on my left thumb, pfft ingore it.
Until i got that warm trickley feeling over my hand, only then do i notice that i had sliced the knuckle to the bone and my hand was covered in blood. No hospital or stitches, just a really long break because aparently i went sheet-white.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 13:49, Reply)
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