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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I am very annoyed......that I don't have a nice scar under my lip. Last summer, because my two elder brothers weren't coming on the family trip to France, there was enough room in the boot for my bike.
I had about nine days of happiness, cycling down to the lake, cycling to the shops, learning how to ride none-handed.
I decided to get a bit cocky, and, riding back to the caravan one afternoon when my mum and dad have gone to the "hypermarket", think it pretty cool to stand up on my bike and flick my hair back with one hand. I swerved really angerously one direction, then landed in the other. On the centre of my nose and left knee. Cue screaming and Dutch men with dreads taking care of me for the next hour while my nose (everyone thought it was broken) is tweaked (PAINFULLY) and my knee is cleaned up.
The scary thing was, as I got up off the floor, thinking that I was going to faint and in shock, my hands were absoultely saturated, dripping in blood from where I'd put my hands up.
Apologies for length.
(, Sun 6 Feb 2005, 19:27, Reply)
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