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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a day at the swimming pooli was 13 or 14 yrs. a hot day in summer. My mum took me and my 2 younger brothers to an open-air swimming pool with toboggans. Those fuckers were built on a fence-secured steel structure. If u went under the carrying structure it was a big shortcut for a next turn off the toboggan. I found a hole in the fence, i ran as fast as i could and hit a horizontal steel bar with my head so fucking hard. I drunk-walked randomly through all the sun bathing people, dripping blood on people, on towels
(, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 14:22, closed)
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