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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right in the middle of my foreheadjust below the hairline is a scar i've had since I was five years old.
Sitting in the living room.
No telly. Bored.
Decided to put some paper in the fireplace.
It caught light.
I dropped it.
Carpet caught fire.
Mum & Dad, meanwhile, are playing swingball in the garden.
I run out, jabbering about fire.
Dad backhands the swingball.
Huge, heavy, plastic bat smacks me right between the eyes.
I woke up about an hour later.
House hadn't burned down though.
Shame.
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Lend Me Your Eyes twitter.com/lendmeyoureyes, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 12:52,
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