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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Me, a stile and barbed wireMany years ago, when I was about 10 or 12, the family went out to the countryside, see the landscape, etc.. We came to a fence with a stile in it and crossed it without incident, until I slipped, putting my hand out to break my fall. The palm of my left hand came down with uncanny accuracy on a barb of the wire that had been strung on top of the fence, gouging a 2-inch long hole through the flesh of my palm, just by my thumb. I still carry a patch of smooth skin on my palm where the barb went in, and a faint line where the palmprint is distorted.
(, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 0:33, Reply)
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