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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Left forearmA bright summer day, headed out to some friends of mine in my just-bought-truck, I made a sharp right turn onto a dirt road with a ledge on one side. Cue me going off the road, up the ledge like some kid on a skateboard, making a complete revolution, and ending right side up with the underside of my forearm in tatters from the window. I hoofed it up the hot summer road for a mile to the freinds' house, who promptly went apeshit and drove me to the hospital.
There are a lot of little "shrapnel" scars up and down my arm, and a nice one on the elbow, but the main one is on the underside of my left forearm. For some reason, that one healed into a dragon-like shape, so I now tell people I got it fighting the Pendragon*.
-100% of fact.
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 20:26, Reply)
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