
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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and I was going to a party. The excitement and energy I derived from this fact was channeled into doing laps of the dining table at high speed. Unfortunately, I was in the habit of letting my socks dangle over the ends of my feet. I tripped over and landed on my elbow, badly breaking it. The end :D
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 16:06, Reply)
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