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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Lets play hurt the baby!So, I'm just learning how to walk. Toddling around, as you do as a toddler, I decided to go visit my sister. My sister was in her room, playing, and I toddled to her bedroom door.
But she didn't want to play with "the baby" (me), and slammed the door... on the ring finger of my left hand. Apparently there was much crying and bleeding and taking of me to the hospital. A few stitches later I was good as new, except for a very fine scar and the fact that the nail doesn't grow properly.
Fast forward two years. Sister and I are at my Uncle and Aunt's house, and Uncle and Aunt have a dog named Bow (because his ears hung low, they wobbled to and fro...)
Anyway, I wanted to visit the doggy. The doggy was in in the kitchen, playing with my sister, and I toddled to the kitchen door.
But my sister didn't want to share with "the baby," and slammed the door... on the ring finger of my RIGHT hand. Cue much bleeding and crying and my sister getting yelled at. This one scarred much worse, leaving a weird puckering around the nail. Boo to that!
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 22:42, Reply)
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