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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Not meI remember that as I kid, I was keen to educate my little brother on the laws of physics. I devised a simple demonstration of centrifugal force involving a spade hung of one of the spokes of one of those garden washing driers. I would spin the drier and spade would rise due to the centrifugal force.
Unfortuantely I had forgotten to educate myself about friction. There wasn't enough of it. I gave the drier a good, hard spin, the spade rose, broke those pesky frictional bonds, flew off the spoke and smacked Nick full on and hard in the face.
Not sure if there was a scar, but bloody funny none the less.
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 14:45, Reply)
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