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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...I have some really odd-looking scars on my lower legs from not some amazing accident with beer or scooters... but... grass. Yes, grass, that green stuff on the lawn that turns brown after the dog takes a piss on it. I was running around playing... I dunno... pony princess? and slid on the grass quite spectacularly. There was a significant patch of sharpish grass (With the sharp reedy edges.), and I didn't apparently feel the freakish long semi-suicidal looking cuts across my bare legs. Went on playing. Eventually looked down. Not-moleste-but-memorable amounts of blood all over my lovely new tennis shoes. Went inside looking shocked and trying to fix it with a whole boxful of bandaids and Neosporin. And that is how my shins started to look like they belong to a mental patient.
(, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 18:22, Reply)
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