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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Throat slash scarWhen I was around about seven years old my stepfather took us all on a glorious holiday to the Isle of Sheppey. If that wasn't enough of a dream come true, while I was there I managed to not see a neck-high strip of barbed wire, and blissfully ran into it. Unfortunately I don't have the original pictures to hand, but here's how it looks now after some tidying-up surgery (excuse dodgy cam)
While I was off in hospital getting skin grafts, my step-brothers were playing with a World War Two shell they found on Minster beach, not knowing it was in fact live ammunition until the bomb squad descended upon them. Happy days.
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The Ephialtist, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 22:27,
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