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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RailingsWhen I was nine, we were kicking a football in the street when the ball went over a fence into an old church. I volunteered to climb over and retrieve the ball.
I get to the top and slip, landing on the hedge running behind the fence. As I can't move my leg, I think I'm trapped and start yelling for help. Turns out one of the spikes on the top of the railings had entered my leg and was nearly protruding from the other side.
An ambulance crew turns up and try to lift me off the fence but stop when I tell them to stop, so someone arrives with a hacksaw and cuts the spike off and off I go in the ambulance with a 6 inch spike sticking out of my leg.
It took the surgeons 5 hours to remove it and left me with a scar running from my crotch to my knee.
(, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 14:45, Reply)
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