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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Catching Cricket BallsOne fine school summer holiday I was playing with my brothers in the family house (we where too young to be out unsupervised) whilst my mum entertained guests.
We decided on playing catch with my elder brother at the top of the stairs and me at the bottom by the glass front door.
after many successful catches of a tennis ball my brother swapped it for a cricket ball and lobbed it at me. I then proceeded to try and catch the ball as it went smashing through the glass door, panicing a little I pulled my arm back out of the door complete with a moleste shard of glass down to the bone and a white t-shirt now bright red.
Went stumbling into the front room in a state of shock to see my mum almost pass out at the site of me while her friends all gasped.
oh the joys of being a kid. My dad did buy me a star wars figure for beeing brave though so it wasn't all bad.
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Smashy only 35 years of work to go :), Fri 4 Feb 2005, 15:39,
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