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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Still in college, we were learning machining (my degree is manufacturing engineering)I was mucking about on a metal lathe after a particularly heavy cut. While attempting to measure the thickness of my part with a caliper, and in an awkward position, I neatly stuck my hand to the nearly red-hot cutting bit.
It sizzled, and would not let go. Despite the wonderful, bacon-like aroma, I was screaming in agony and tore a nice little rectangular chunk of (well-done) flesh from the back of my hand.
Thus remains the memory from a decade ago.
/edit: you can also see a nice bead on my index finger from earlier today. I can't even remember what I hit it on, but my hands do tend to take a beating.
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Syncubus Yarr! Ye'll be walking Planck's Constant! [GMT-5], Sat 5 Feb 2005, 0:15,
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