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When I was 13 or so, my dad and I went cycling. We were going down this very steep hill and my dad was yelling at me to change gears. And well, in order to do that, you have to be pedaling. So, I am going downhill very quickly and pedaling as well. I am having a difficult time finding the gear I need.
By my clever foreshadowing, I'm sure that you could guess that it didn't end up very well.
I wound up crashing into a wall, thus rendering my left knee a mass of hamburger meat. I had to bike all the way home with blood pouring down my leg and barely able to pedal at all.
I needed a few stitches, but to this day there is a huge scar on my knee that pretty much covers the entire kneecap.
Where is the most memorable scar on your body? And maybe a story to go with it?
By my clever foreshadowing, I'm sure that you could guess that it didn't end up very well.
I wound up crashing into a wall, thus rendering my left knee a mass of hamburger meat. I had to bike all the way home with blood pouring down my leg and barely able to pedal at all.
I needed a few stitches, but to this day there is a huge scar on my knee that pretty much covers the entire kneecap.
Where is the most memorable scar on your body? And maybe a story to go with it?
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I have a dollar sized coin circular scar on the back of my right hand. At a bush party in my late teens when my then boyfriend passed me a flaming marshmallow. The whole melted, flaming mess fell on my hand.
We'll go with my first set of stitches. On the bridge of my nose, right between my eyes.
My girl scout troop was going to go swimming so we were in the school cafeteria up on the stage behind the curtain changing into our suits. I slipped, fell and bonked my FACE on the corner of a metal projector cart. Took a big chunk o'face out.
My mom happened to still be at the school taking care of some teacher business, so someone got her. As she was walking me out to the car she was telling me how we were going to the ER, and I would need stitches and they would numb me up so I wouldn't feel anything. Of course I didn't care about all of that, so I asked "but then can you take me to the pool to go swimming?" She pawned off the question and told me to ask the doctor (so there was hope!). But no, doctor said no swimming until the stitches were removed. I was crushed.
I also have small scars on my left wrist and thumb of my left hand, souveniers left by box knives in my grocery-stocking days.