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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Glass tables: BreakableWhen I was a toddler, my parent had a table whose surface was made of glass (The legs were made of metal). Being a boy genius, I must have thought it was a brilliant idea to climb on top of this table.
Long story short, my parents come running into to the kitchen having heard my screams of agony, to see me sitting where the table was, ice cream clutched in one hand, shard of glass through my stomach.
As you would expect, I refused to relinquish my ice cream. The image of a bloodstained toddler with a glass protrusion holding a lolly is one I often think about.
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I also have a fairly big scar on my left knee where I had an osteochondroma removed a couple of years ago, and a tiny scar on one of my knuckles, the origins of which I am completely clueless about.
(, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 10:43, Reply)
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