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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My Brother's.............My young brother, Danny, always cried and claimed fatal injuries. We were playing cricket when he tried running a quick single and screamed that the bat had stuck into him. We all had enough and went home, leaving him sitting on the floor crying. Even my mum looked out of the flat and told him to grow up and stop whining.
He picked up the bat, ball and stumps, bought them all upstairs to our flat, still crying. Mum said, come on then, show us your scars............
Danny pulled down his tracksuit trousers and fainted before he had them off. The bat had stuck as he grounded it, he had run onto it and it had hit him in the thigh. His thigh had burst open and was split about eight inches across and fat and muscle was hanging out and the bone was visible. I have never seen a more revolting sight. And my mum did not stop crying or apologising for about three weeks. I have many scars, but have to bow down to young Dan for the title.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2005, 0:06, Reply)
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