I have one down the length of my right forearm, quite faint, from falling off a skateboard in one of those hilarious videos you've no doubt seen. Thing is, it didn't even hurt at the time, it was literally just a scrape, the top of the skin came off. Now I have a twatty looking scar the length of my arm for falling off a moving plank of wood.
On my bicep on the same arm, I have a nasty looking scar, but - here's the thing - I don't know where it came from. How spasticated is that? It happened while I was at uni, I just looked at my arm one day and found I had a scar there where there was no scar before. It kind of looks circular, like I fell on a glass or bottle or something, but the fact I'm scarred for life and don't know how I did it makes me feel stupid. It's not like I didn't remember cutting myself, it's that I don't remember the injury ever being there - how long does a cut take to scar? A week or more? I must have been drunk a long time.
I tell people my scars are from 'Nam.
Share your scar stories; it'll be like Jaws, only with nerds who fall off skateboards.
I've done that loads of times before but never seem to learn and every previous time it's healed perfectly and left no scar, however this time it has? Maybe it will fade over tiem.
The other one I've got on my arm is from those bloody cats...
> all the way around my neck...
Inch-long scar under right knee. Jammed it on the edge of a low wall whilst being chased around school playground by a boy who later committed suicide when he was 18.
> yeah, i heard if you fear it more then the mark is worse ;p
My brain wasn't it gear :-D
> Oddly enough, for someone who scares as easily as I do, my BCG has
> barely left a mark on my arm.
yeah, i heard if you fear it more then the mark is worse ;P
BCG: because school looks after you
2 thin "tramlines" on stomach, scraped a ladder catch across myself by mistake.
side of eyebrow missing: got bottled
that's it for the time being.
Then when I was about 20 I jumped off a sand dune at Newquay, straight onto a buried rusty barbed-wire fence. Tore a hole in my right foot, required 17 stitches and severed all the nerves surrounding the wound. Because it was on the beach, the wound got full of sand, and the doctor remedied this by scrubbing it all out using a toothbrush. He was lifting a huge flap of flesh and scrubbing underneath. Nearly made me wretch.
I'm staying in when I'm 30.