I have a very visable and noticeable scar on the palm of my left hand. When I was 6 or 7, I caught a grasshopper and placed him in a jar which I found in our garage. I was walking down the sidewalk, when I fell flat on my face, breaking the glass jar. I looked at my hand and saw what seemed like gallons of blood pouring out of the wound. I ran into the house screaming for my mom. While cleaning the wound, my mom discovered that a sliver of glass about 1 inch by 1/4 inch was still stuck in my hand.
Oh boy, here we go…I’m accident prone.
Middle of my back: a dime-sized crater where I had a suspicious mole removed.
Just above my right knee: a thin inch-long scar from the time I ran into the corner of the coffee table.
My right cheek: a very faint scar from the time my sister stabbed me in the face with a pair of scissors.
On my septum (between my nostrils): a little bump from a sledding accident.
Two long, faint scars on my upper left arm: from the time the same sister gouged a couple of hunks of flesh out with her claw-like nails.
Right foot, underside of my middle toe: small black tattoo/scar from the time I got the whole end of a sharpened pencil jammed into the bottom of my foot.
Right knee: freaky little brown bump/scar from multiple shaving accidents.
One large scar from ear to ear on my head… brain surgery (hair grew over, nobody would know)…
One about 2 inches on my back and corresponding one on my tummy… associated surgery.
Scar on my knee where my sister threw burning plastic on it - she thought it might be fun at the time 
Thats all I can think of… one of you can identify my body now should you happen to find me dead lol…
1/3" diameter scar on my thigh. You know how you can make hydrogen with acid and zinc in a test tube, and it makes a little squeeky pop? Do you know what happends when you use a 1 litre flask to make a large batch and the H2 in the delivery tube flashes back into it?
Apparently the stains on the HS lab ceiling are still there.
I was walking down the quad steps at my high school when I fell and skinned my shin. These steps aren’t even really steps though, more like a jerky ramp. Being the dork I am, I thought it was minor and refused to go to the trouble of cleaning it out until after school when a friend’s mom saw the bloody mess and dragged me over to a first aid kit. All the damage was done though and I ended up needing to take antibiotic pills to fight off an infection. Now I have this lovely brown catepillar of a scar on my left shin.
Well, I have way too many scars on my hands to count, seeing as I worked in construction for four summers and I’ll be damned if I was going to wear work gloves! One particular one on my thumb, though, came before that. I was building a model boat to race in science class and the coping decided that my thumb wasa better candidate for the boat then the wood. Lots of blood from that one. Should had stiches, but no one else was home, too young to drive, and didn’t feel like calling 911.
There’s a three inch long scar on my inner left thing, near the groin, from when I had cat-scratch fever (apparantly it’s real, not just a song.) They had to remove a lymphnod that had swollen to the sixe of a golfball.
I also have a scar on the bottom of my chin, because when i was five or so I slipped and fell onto a hard wood floor, chin first. I had to get stiches. Then, when I was eight or so, some friends and I were playing ice bowling. FOr those unfamiliar, a group of people arrange themselves at one end of the ice, and another person runs and slides at the people. I landed on my chin, again, and had to have stiches, again.
This thread was painful to read.
Two inch long thin white scar on my chin where a squirrel jumped out of a tree and scratched my face open. This scar isn’t very prominent; you have to look close to see it. BTW, this was an unprovoked attack by a deranged rodent.
I have a set of scars on the back of my right hand in the configuration of 5 human fingernails. Where the thumb dug in, the scar is about an inch long. This happened 20 years ago but the thumbnail scar is still very visible.
Scar across the bridge of my nose where an engagement ring ripped a strip of skin off.
Dent above right eyebrow where a flying notebook knocked me out in 6th grade.
Swirly little scar in my navel from laparoscopy.
Scar on shin from shaving accident.
It’s funny, what scars and what doesn’t. I very nearly severed the end of my left index finger 2 Thanksgivings ago. It was hanging on by a piece of gristle, the nail was cut in half, etc. I didn’t go to the ER b/c it was T-Day, so about 2 weeks later, when it turned green, I DID go and got some antibiotics. I thought it would never heal or look the same again, but now, you can hardly tell it was even injured. Yet a scratch on the back of my hand is clear as day.
Why is that?
points to his left pinky I was out walking the dog one morning. Just a quick thing in the morning to stretch his legs. He sees a squirrel or some such, and yanks with all his strength. My arm jerks forward, my pinky sliding against the rock paneling of my garage.
Blood pours from the wound, and I rush inside to try and rinse it out. Blood keeps coming. Thirteen year old SaneOne was not happy. Wound up getting a splint. Probably should have got stitches.
points to just under his chin Was playing ‘One for You, One for Me’ with the dog. One for you: Toss the dog a piece of ceral. One for me: Toss self piece of cereal. He got confused and went for a One for Me. Bit down quite hard. Not fun.
points to a thing horizontal scar across his chest My cat. Need I say more?
Pets. So amusing. So abusive…
D’oh. That should have been: points to just under his lower lip Imagine the overbite if I could bite under my chin… :eek:
Argh. Thinking about this makes me feel like a goober. Oh well…
Half inch scar on right eyebrow from knocking my head against my nightstand when I was 12. (Fell out of the damn bed)
Half inch scar on my chin from falling in the garage at age 7.
3 inch on my right shin from sliding into a bench during soccer practice in high school.
Took up bike racing in college. Got hit by a car in 1988 in New Orleans while on a training ride. Got a nice 10 inch scar on my left leg from surgery to repair open tib/fib fracture with a plate and 8 screws, along with various scrapes in weird places (hips, inside of elbows, knees, ankle, etc…).
Scars on three knuckles of my right hand when I break a pedal the day before a race at the velodrome in Atlanta.
Nice big street pizzas on my right elbow and hip from crash during a race in 93 (extra bonus for the broken collarbone and the cool sparks from my bike).
Gopt a couple NIIIIIIICE scars on my right forearm from the installation of 2 plates & 8 screws, radius & ulna. November 1984, motorcycle accident. They’re about 6 inches long & the one for the radial plate didn’t clsoe quite properly, so it’s wide & keloid. Still have the hardware in there too.
small, faded scars on the face:
just under the right eye: dog bite, age 8.
Bridge of nose: Dog bite, age 8, same dog.
one on the forehead from riding a tricycle down the stairs, age 3.
Got one under the right eyebrow, but it doesn’t show, so it doesn’t count.
One 1 1/2 inch horizontal scar, runs front to back, on the left side of my head, parietal region: Construction accident. Guy upstairs was cutting sheathing off the windows & dropping it on the ground. I was walking below. Bled like crazy. I got the day off for it. 
Got one somewhere on my back, semi-circular in shape, 1/2 inch or so diameter from falling off the same construction site & landing on a bolt sticking out of the foundation ( to anchor the bottom sill. I don’t remember what they’re called).
Quite a few on my hands, knees & elbows; too many to count.
I’ve got many! (In chronological order, besides!)
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On my right eyelid, as corrective surgery right after I was born.
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On my lower lip. It becomes quite visible when I sneer and stretch the lip over my lower gums. Got it after tripping on something in my driveway when I was young.
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Chin. Fell off of a slide at a playground. Oops.
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Right ear. Like John Harrison, I fell off of the bed. See, my brother and I had bunk beds, and I usually slept on top. Guardrails are my friend. Then one day, for a random change of pace, my sister (in another room) and I decided to switch beds for one night. I still don’t know why. Anyway, I fell off of my sister’s bed while I was sleeping and hit my ear on the nightstand, tearing it a bit. I screamed loudly. My mom got up quickly, but evidently, dad just slept through the whole thing. I had to go to the doc very quickly, and had a quite yummy cherry popsicle after the stitches.
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Forehead. It was third grade, and we were at recess playing football. Anyway, I was a scrawny kiddo playing cornerback, covering the biggest dude in the grade, someone named Billy. He went out for a long pass, and the ball was thrown to him. I jumped up to catch it, but Billy’s momentum knocked me away. As stupid third graders tend to do, we used a chainlink fence as the boundry. I careened face-first into the fence. As I lay facedown in the gravel, all of the kids gathered round and asked me if I was okay. I said I was, but that was before I got up. I lifted my head, ready to continue, when I saw the characteristic red blotch contrasting with the pale tan of the gravel. I touched my forehead, felt something wet and warm. I started to cry, and Mrs Newton, a nearby teacher, was kind enough to carry me to the nurse.
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On my right index knuckle, I have a scar from whittling wood.
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Right thumb. Paint can.
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I am the only person I know that has an accidental tatoo. I know, it isn’t really a scar, per se, but it is interesting. At the end of my junior year of high school, on the last day, I was shooting things across the black box theatre with a rubber band. Paperclips were good, but I decided to move on to pens, for some reason. I took the cap off and aimed. To my chagrin, the pen misfired and landed smack dab in my right index finger, the tip inside. It was one of those neato rollerball pens, so the ink flowed pretty easially. The blood and blue ink mixed, and some obviously got inside the wound. I can still see the faint blue dot after two years.
And I probably have others I cannot think of right now.
Not any more, you’re not.
My dad has a tattoo just like yours on his hand, and he got it pretty much the same way you did.
I’ve been cringing through this whole thread. Now it’s my turn to make you all cringe (maybe).
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[li]Roundish scar to the side of my left knee, towards the back, where a dog bit me (didn’t break the skin). I didn’t run away from unleashed dogs after that.[/li][li]Inch long thin scar on my left hand where the fauce in a bathtub gouged out a narrow line. I was plunging it with a toilet plunger because it was clogged. That didn’t work very well :).[/li][li]Hi Opal![/li][li]Inch long scar on my right shin. I was playing soccer with some friends at 1 AM. The lawn we were using had a water pipe or something sticking out of it, and there was a sawhorse end set against it to make it more visible. I put a nice round hole in the skin. 4 stitches. While cleaning the hole, the nurse commented on the yellow paint chips that were coming out. The doctor showed my friends and me how far he could probe under the skin there, as well. It was fun. (And I learned that the skin on the shin is attached at the front of the shin bone.)[/li][li]Roundish scar on one of my elbows from wrestling with a friend on carpet (ouch!)[/li][/list=1]
Wow! My first ‘hi opal’!
I have something like that - I had a pencil jabbed into the webbing between the pinkie and ring fingers when I was in 4th grade, and the tip apparently broke off. There’s still a little grey dot there, 20 years later.
Left shin - 2" gash, cut by carburendum saw
Left thigh - 3" knife stab wound
Right calf - 8" gash from a fall injury at construction site when I was 10
Right palm - 3" gash from an ex-glass door
Face - cut from below schnozz to under the chin from a motorcycle accident
Right ass cheek - 3" burn scar from a smelting furnace poker
Penis - serrated necklace gouge scar. Don’t ask.
Small scar, but nicely raised and white, inside left pinky knuckle. That one’s how I learned to be careful closing a pocketknife as a young lad.
Notch on the bridge of my nose. I don’t remember gaining it, but that’s what moms’ memories are for; apparently it was when I was a toddler, chasing the dog around outside and the dog darted under the truck and I ran square into the lowered tailgate.
Just over and in my left eyebrow. A visit with the grandparents, and I wasn’t so much climbing the steps to a playground slide as flying up it. A brief spring shower had happened not too long before, and the steps were slick. My feet skidded out, I fell several feet down before grabbing hold and stopping, and forehead met metal edge of step.
By rights, I should have more, but I’ve healed various bouts of physical foolishness fairly well.
Let’s see…
Round scar, about a cm or so across, on the inside of my left ankle: roller skating. Took a corner realllllly fast, and stuck my left leg out so I could make the turn without falling over and… scrape, ankle met pavement. Ow.
2/3" long scar, on left thumb, starts about at the midpoint of the joint nearist my nail (on the opposite side of my nail though, on the fleshy part), goes up at a angle to fade off into the fleshy part of my thumb: knife. From the last time I ever attempted to peel carrots with a knife. (Was holding the carrot with my left hand, thumb against the carrot to hold it in place, and misjudged where the tip of the knife was…) Ow.
Small thin scar, between my index and middle figer knuckles: fingernail. So, my nails are a wee bit sharp, and my left thumbnail wasn’t filed down enough… slice. Ow.
Another round scar, on left elbow, ouside part that’s closest to my body. (So, not on the inside that would get hidden simply by bending my arm, but on that small spot of the ouside part that normally can’t be seen because my body is in the way.) Wart/mole thingy burned off. Kept catching the wart/mole on things when it was there, then kept catching the scab when it got removed. Messy.
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Smiley shaped scar on my throat from cancer surgery.
(Don’t worry, it’s all gone!)
I have a 2 inch long line-kind-of scar on the top part of my elbow.
Yep, i was bakin cookies and i swung the pan around and burnt it. SO MANLY EH!??!