
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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Once when I was 9, I was helping a friend feed her newly adopted stray hound. He lunged, she retreated, I got my face mauled. I was lucky he landed on top of me as if I had been able to pull away, I would have lost half my face. As it was, I got 84 stiches from eyebrow to cheek. YAY!
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 14:13, Reply)
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