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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Racing down the farm lane on my bicycle......clapping my hands to see if I could get to 100 before the bottom. Pretty steep, tarmacced and a single lane.
Smack-bang on the 100th clap (couldn't have timed it better for a film) the front wheel hit a stone and the bike shot off to the left, whereas inertia insisted I carried on going forwards.
I slid face-down-star-shaped for 20 yards and stopped wrapped up with my bike, blood pouring from a gash on my right-hip/stomach area.
Crying my eyes out like a twat (I was about 10 so I was one) and a car comes along and starts beeping at me to move out of the road.
Bastards.
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Father_Ted Drink!, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 11:41,
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