I was kind of rough and tumble as a kid, so I used to get very small scars that would fade fast. However I have some permanent ones:
One right in the middle of my eyebrows from when I fell face forward onto the edge of a metal bleacher seat. It bled quite a bit. Dad determined it didnt need stitches. It’s not very visible.
Two on my right forearm on the inside. One was from melted plastic dripping onto my arm. It’s fading, but for a while it looked like an upside down question mark. The other resulted from a run in with the serrated edge of a plastic wrap box. it’s about 1/4 of an inch long and pinkish.
One on my thumb from when I was using a sling shot to target practice, and some how the rock went towards my thumb. it’s about 1/4 inch long and irregularly shaped. It bled a lot too.
On the back of my right hand, I have a small round scar from getting burned by an ember.
In my groin area, I have a very faint scar from my hernia surgery as a baby. It’s 3 inches long and thin, but it’s visible.
My left knee i have a big round scar that has little feeling. I got it from when I thought my bike could go up one gear, ended up snapping off the switch, falling forward, and grinding my knee into the pavement. I didnt feel the pain til I got home and started to think about it.
I also have various stretch marks on my stomach, My sides, my shoulders, and some faint ones on the back of my knees. Part of it is from growth spurts and the others are from putting on weight too fast. Fortunately they’re pinkish instead of purplish or red. I dont like them too much but I dont worry. They seem to run in the family. My twin who is stick thin has them all over his shoulders too.
Wow, y’all have led some interesting lives. I only have three:
– 4" vertical line down the middle of my chest, from the time I was seven and decided to go sliding down a rock on my stomach.
– Small mark on one knuckle of my right hand, from trying to open a bottle of beer by battering it against a window frame. (I was nineteen and, it goes without saying, drunk.)
– Burn mark on my left forearm. (23, cooking accident. It’s faded a lot over the nine months since it happened, and I still have hopes that it will fade permanently.)
I’ve got loads of little scars but none are really prominent except one above my left eye from a mysterious lump which paralysed me for 24 hours (honestly)…except when I get my head shaved, then everyone thinks the barber screwed up because I have 5 or 6 thin half inch long scars from rugby…metal studs (cleats) and skin don’t mix well.
2 inch scar on forehead, gotten for making the mistake of turning my head around while being chased by a kid with a pair of numchucks(he broke them on my head also).
3 inch by 1/2 inch on my leg from falling into an empty post hole I was helping my dad dig (I found a piece of the old post with my leg).
1.5 inch on my chin from running into my brother’s bike, and landing on a cement step.
Small one on my thumb from a steel ceiling fan (I was picking up a coworker’s kid)
Left middle and ring finger, from sticking my hand in a centerless grinder.
One on my side, 3.5 inches long (had to take skin from there to put on my ground up fingers)
Then there are my personal area scars, which I won’t elaborate right now.
A five pointed scar from jumping off the front of a boat, and landing knee first on the trailer hitch handle that was sticking up. I put a band aid on it to keep the blood in, and didn’t tell the parents. That stopped bleeding when I took off the bandaid after a couple days.
I would ride around the garage as fast as I could. One day I wiped out and my other knee hit the corner of ther sandbox. Now I have a pair of knee scars.
We were throwing ice cream buckets of water at each other. My cousin grabbed the bucket I was holding and the hooked handle came off on one side. The hooked handle went through a finger and I couldn’t get the cousin to stop running for about one minute. The hook had caught my tendon. Luckly the tendon didn’t rip, but that was gross to look at. I have a scar there.
Adult:
I sliced the end of a finger half way through, when a butcher knife slipped. Blood spurted when I let off on the pressure, and I was all alone. I managed to turniquete the finger with tape. I then taped the finger halves together, and bandaged the tip. I then took off the tape turniquete. I didn’t get an infection, so I never saw the doctor. My finger print now mismatches by a couple lines.
A staple just scratched me on my wrist and I got a raised scar. This has happened to both wrists, each time a box staple. It looks like I’m a suicide victum that didn’t know enough to cut the other direction.
