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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campingI had almost forgotten about this, but when I was in the first or second year of high school a couple of friends and me had a little camping trip in the field next to my house - it's the kind of thing you do in rural whales. Whilst breaking up a pallet (those wooden things that slates come on) with a claw hammer (as you do) i got a tad over zealous and on the 'up swing' hit myself in the top of my head.
Strangely i didn't feel anything but bricked it when i felt somehting wet running down my ear, put my hand to it, and then looking at it by firelight realised that it was blood - this was after a couple of almost hollywood seconds of it slowly coming into focus and my brain registering what it was.
Luckily... my mum's girlfriend of the time was a consultant radiologist and so knew all about head injuries, the one night camping expedition was cut short and i was kept awake by order of my step mum in case i 'went funny' by my welsh friend tellign me anti english jokes which were basically the classic irish joke with the nationalities switched.
Oh yeah, so now i have a rather unimpressive dent in the top of my head.
ah thankyou...
apologies for length and general writing skills
(, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 21:51, Reply)
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