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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"yeah, It's where i was hit in the back of the had with a Brick"Technically true.
A brick did indeed make contact with the back of my head.
But it was me falling over at the age of 3 that caused it to do so. I ran into the back of my dear brother, and split my scalp open on the sharp edge of a notoriously hard type of brick (For the Brick-spotters amongst us, It was a "Buttington Red": a three-holed Brick, wet-cast with un-nervingly sharp edges, made with crushed sedementary severn-valley silt-stone mixed with water)
Deepest Aplogies for being a Brick-Spotter
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Humpty Dumpty was Pushed turned your mother down, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 15:44,
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