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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School Playground Bench...Cue me standing on top of the aformentioned bench (trying to look over the brick wall and to freedom) when someone shoves the bench really quite hard.
Cue me hitting the concrete playground, chin first - splitting it open with a perfectly straight tear - lots of blood, worried teachers, worried parents. I didn't care - day off school, and a trip in an ambulance! (I was 7 at the time).
Only years later did I remember all this when I was shaving and the other half looked in the mirror - 'What the hell is that....' she said...
Ah, happy memories of primary school
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HSDriver was probably still at work on, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 20:30,
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