I’ve got a beige scar in the shape of an elongated plus sign on my lower back. I got it ages and ages ago, and I can’t remember the exact story offhand, but it had something to do with me running in the kitchen, a bottle (glass, evidently), water spilled, and me falling on broken glass.
So, where did you get your scar? What’s the location, size and shape? How many scars have you collected over the years?
Tell us all about it.
I’ve got a beige scar in the shape of an elongated plus sign on my lower back. I got it ages and ages ago, and I can’t remember the exact story offhand, but it had something to do with me running in the kitchen, a bottle (glass, evidently), water spilled, and me falling on broken glass.
So, where did you get your scar? What’s the location, size and shape? How many scars have you collected over the years?
Tell us all about it.
I got me a 3" scar on my right arm that happened when I was climbing a fence. This fence had V shape hooks on the top edge and my arm snagged one of them. They don’t make 'em that way anymore for a good reason. Geesh… I must have been about 12 years old back then.
Left hand, outside palm right at wrist- 3 inch slightly curved. When I was 18 I worked at a pet shop. One late night we were putting away some exotic fish. You take a box cutter, slash the plastic bag, drain the excess water and dump the fish. I missed the bag, slashed my wrist, managed to get the fish in the tank and promptly bled all over everything. I really should of had stitches for that one.
Right hand - top - at webbing between thumb and finger - a small white triangular scar. Another injury at the pet store. I was taming a parrot. Said parrot and I were getting along fine until I stopped paying attention. The sucker grabbed my hand and took a chunk out of me. Parrot -1 , Lyllyan - 0.
Forehead at hair line. When I was about 4, my older brother whomped me in the head with my Thumbelina doll.
Left kneecap - nice round one. Combo scar. In other words, I didn’t think it was scarred up enough, so I did it again. First time, learning to ride a bike, Dad pushes me down the hill and I fall off into the gravel at the bottom. Ouch! Second time, a few years later, I am flying down the hill on my skateboard, lose my balance and slide on my knees in the gravel at the bottom of the hill. Could barely walk back home after that one.
scar on my left wrist (where you’d slash it in suicide). Remember the A-Frame swing sets? they had the swings attached to the top bar with bolts that faced up. However, a woman must have designed it because apparently nobody understood that 6 year old boys would pay “Tarzan”, pretending to swing along vines. Imagine tarzan swinging with a bolt sticking 3" out of the “vine”.
Inch-long scar over the third index knuckle on left hand.
Upon receiving a four-inch lockblade knife for Christmas '91 it only took three days to nearly sever my tendon completely. To this day it is still noticeably weaker than my opposite index finger.
6 or 8 inch scar down my chest.
Surgical scar from when I was 12. I had a sunken chest which affected my lung capacity.
Inch long scar on the right side of my forehead from the age of six, when I jumped down a flight of stairs and hit a record player (I was aiming for the laundry heap).
Half-inch scar splitting my left eye-brow, from hitting my head on a chunk of ice at the age of nine (trying to skate on a particularly windy day, in a particularly icy schoolyard, and hit a particularly bumpy patch).
Scars on both knees and elbows (although the elbow ones are almost totally faded by this point) from two very rough spills off my bike on the same corner, also in the same summer (you’d think I would’ve learned).
Scar on the webbing between finger and thumb on my right palm, from climbing a fence with no gloves in winter.
Scar on the back-leftish area of my scalp, hit my head on a coffee table while wrestling with one of my step-brothers.
Assorted contusions on my forearms and biceps from small mishaps involving nails sticking out of things, class-room horsing around, and my cats.
You managed to make this a triple thread. I’m impressed. 
its somewhat faded and shortened now, but i have an Inch long white scar running diagonally on my upper right arm.
I used to work as a Glazier to help pay my way through Uni, and one time i was (With 3 other guys) working on a shop front in the small and pikey town of Stevenage.
It was a saturday, and sometime on friday night some drunk had chucked a bin through the main window of a shop, it was quite an old window so wasn’t safety glass - just very thick (8mm) so had shattered into shards.
Anyway we had cordonned off the shop window and the doors next to it (people could still get in by using the set of doors further up).
I climb a step ladder and start carefully removing the shards at the top - always start at the top and work your way down - when one of the guys asks me to give him a hand with something. As i reach the bottom of the steps and pick them up to move them, some complete and utter muppet of a member of the public walks under the cordon opens the door, goes through and lets it slam behind him with a BANG…
which shakes the window…
which dislodges a 6 inch shard of glass…
which falls about four feet…
which passes through the leather safety gauntlet i was wearing…
and embeds itself in my arm with a spray of blood.
Luckily one of the guys on site was the company’s First Aider, and he stopped anyone pulling it out, slapped pressure on the wound, and rushed me to the hospital not even waiting for the ambulance. it was bleeding quite badly and i was somewhat lightheaded by the time we arrived.
I was bloody lucky that he was there because (they told me later) i’d actually clipped an artery (which he’d recognised) and if it had been pulled out then i’d have lost a lot of blood, and if they’d done that AND waited for an ambulance…
…well, not worth thinking about really.
Needless to say that guy rarely has to buy his own drinks when i’m around. 
Unfortunately the doctor who sewed me up was damn good at his job, so all i’ve got left as evidence of what was a pretty major wound is a measily inch long scar.
Bastard. 
On another occasion, i was working on a building site when a JCB swung round and managed to put its bucket through the window above where i was working inside, luckily i had that whole “sixth sense” thing happen and was already twisting away as it started raining glass. Whilst most of it missed me i did get several nasty slashes down my right hand side just above the waist, and have several very prominent scars there.
I’ve got a couple of other minor glass related injury scars (including one on the back of my left hand that was caused pretty much the same way as the first one i described here) but i’m one of those people who heals pretty cleanly, so you can’t really see them unless you know where to look.
i actually have a much larger red scar on my upper left arm. Unfortunately the story behind it is less-than-cool:
i was viciously attacked by a boiling hot chicken pie as i pulled it out of the oven.
I tend not to tell people how i got that one.
What? You mean this Frankensteinesque triple stitch right at the end of my chin?
At seven or eight years old I was playing on our backyard swing set.
I had mastered a daring new stunt that involved getting up to speed and then grabbing the overhead cross-bar.
I would hoist my body up off the swing’s seat and allow it to pass back and forth underneath me, only to intercept it later and reseat myself.
While practicing this my oldest brother walked by.
I said, “Hey brother, watch this!”
After I was at full tilt, I released the swing only to watch him grab it out of mid-air and hold on.
I managed to hang onto the cross-bar for several seconds while my brother patiently watched. Finally, I was forced to let go and fall onto the concrete patio face first, so I could have this scar for the rest of my life.
We haven’t talked in decades.
Multiple scars on both hands from one careless episode–a very angry attacking cat from my veterinary technician days.
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Merged duplicate threads.
Veb
did the merging leave a scar?
winces
ok, scar inventory:
dorsal surface of left wrist, just as it joins the hand. red, about 3 cm long. Relic of surgery to repair some ligaments and remove a ganglion. only been there about 2 months.
10cm long white scar, lower right abdomen. relic of having my appendix removed at age 6.
3cm diameter round scar, mediocaudal aspect of left thigh, down almost as far as my knee. I was climbing on some playground equipment and sliced my leg open on a sharp protruberance. Didn’t even realise that I’d done it, the cut was so clean. It wasn’t until I realised that there was wet sticky stuff dripping on my ankles that I discovered the blood. Didn’t get any stitches but probably should have. I was 4 i think.
Numerous small white fine scars, mostly pinpoint or jagged lines, all over my hands, wrists and forearms. Relic of having to restrain my cat when she was trapped in the bathroom while my dad tried to get her out using power tools to dismantle the vanity unit. She doesn’t like the noise they make. wincing at the memory I was twelve.
Two white scars, originally about 6cm long but they’ve faded. On the diagonal, about where you’d slash your wrists. I tried to slash my wrists.
I have one just under my nose, in the middle of the indentation on my upper lip. My dog punched me in the face one day when I picked her up.
Inventory time! Let’s see…Right wrist, top, near wrist bone; about an inch long, from when I was about 13(?) and deliberately punched through a window.
Right wrist, underneath, dead center, small J shaped scar, origin unknown at this point.
Right thumb, at the knuckle; almost gone, now; origin unknown.
Left hand, top, between the index and middle fingers; about 1.5 inches, from when my older sister slashed me with a knife; I think I was about 15.
Left thumb, from just above knuckle running almost to nail; from a metal sign I was removing from a shelf and it slipped as I was unbolting it; I was probably about 25, at the time; four stitches.
Left index finger; barely visible as an indentation, now; from when I almost severed half my finger tip with a butcher knife while using it (idiotically) to separate some frozen burgers; seven stitches.
Left ring finger, pad of finger tip, about the size of a small pea; from when I sliced it off with a deli meat slicer (an had to throw away a pound of steak because I couldn’t find the piece of my finger).
Just under my lower lip, usually invisible, small scar from putting my teeth through my lip when I fell out of a tree, at age 7. (The branch I was on broke.)
Near my right eye, a small, generally invisible scar from a rock thrown by another six year old.
Top of my head; can’t see it, so I don’t know how big it is; from a metal door frame; age 17.
Left calf; oddest of the bunch (to me); round scar that for decades seemed to be covering a missing chunk of flesh, as it was translucent and more pliable than the surrounding flesh. That one was from a piece of windshield glass from an abandoned car I stupidly climbed into when I was about 10.
Approx. 4" long Purple/red scar at top of left leg.
After surgery to put in two screws to hold fructured femur, and to take them out a year later.
V. thin white scar on the back of right hand.
Stroking a half tame cat that maybe wasn’t that tame!
Various chickenpox scars
My prize scar is 8 inches. It runs from my breast bone to my belly button. Isn’t that pitiful that that part of my anatomy is only 8 inches?! My heart was removed and sent to Cecil.