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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Only a small onenearly an inch long, across the joint of my index finger, right hand (topside, not palm side.)
Aged nine-ish, I decided it would be fun to scalp my sister's Barbie with my lovely new Swiss Army Knife. Brand new, as in never used, as in impossibly sharp.
Sitting with my captive's feet between my knees and hair held tight in my left hand, big fucking grin on my chops, I swung for all I was worth.
Naturally, I was holding the bastard knife the wrong way round - blunt edge hit the hair, knife closed on my finger.
She still has the barbie, the barbie still has the bloodstain, I still have the scar.
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 14:30, Reply)
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