Scar Stories

[Cuddlebear]

I was a bit younger, walking my friends dog, when it saw a cat and dragged me halfway across the road before I knew what was happening and let go.
Of course I was little and picked at the scab. There might have been a scar anyway, but I believe that I did that one when I picked at it.
The second time I was just learning to bike (It took me a long time to do this) and my friends wanted to go down this hill.
I didn't want to, of course, since it was pretty steep and you'd have to make a very sharp turn down another hill, over the sidewalk curb and onto the road a bit.
So I decided I'd meet them at the other side of the hill, since they were going down more of an alleyway with no sidewalk. I went down the sidewalk, walking my bike while sitting on it. (I was sitting on it properly, my feet touching the ground and walking along) And then I guess it was steeper than I thought, although it looked straight.
The bike started to pick up speed and I went down the hill and saw my friends at the bottom. One of them was already making her way up the hill, and I was afraid I would crash into the other.
The one walking up the hill was surprised but was guiding me through, telling me to use the breaks. So I tried, even though my feet still weren't on them and when I finally got my feet on them, they were moving so fast, the breaks didn't work. There was a bump in the sidewalk and I flipped or something, I don't remember. I remember sliding down the sidewalk, my helmet that was too big was saving my face.
I got a tiny bruise on my stomach, my elbows were ripped open and bleeding, and my knee was worse. I'd taken most of the skin off of it, since it must have opened the other scar as well.
I remember screaming, and picturing myself in the hospital. I could even hear the beeping of that machine.
I was so scared.
A guy in my class came out with his dad and sister, a woman came out of her house to ask if I was alright.
I think they put some cream on it, then the guys dad picked me up. My friends met me at one of their houses. They bandaged it up with, like, a shoe pad and sent me home.
My sister was the only one there, and luckily she was prepared even though she hadn't even been called. Apparently she has a first aid kit of her own xD
She bandaged me up, called my mom, and I couldn't walk for weeks.

So I don't think I've ridden a bike since.
Whenever I get on one I think of that time. Lying down holding my knee, looking at the grass. Screaming at the top of my lungs although I didn't realize it. My head sweating because of the helmet. My heart beating faster and faster.

I still have a scar on my knee.
I haven't checked my elbows in a while.
My stomach is alright.

I'm not too good at explaining, am I? xD

[laniparis]

I have a few scars (mostly from operations) One across my stomach from a fundoplication (an operation I had at five months old to stop my chronic reflux), A scar on my head from a place on my scalp that didn't close, A scar on my leg from a muscle biopsy, keyhole scars on my stomach from exploratory operations, yeah I've been in the wars, thankfully the worst of it's over now and they've diagnosed me with Glutaric Aciduria type Two, a rare metabolic disorder, it just took them years of jabs to work out what I had... I'm like a human pin cushion, lol

[neomattlac]

Every time I get my hair cut, I realize I have various scars near my hairline (my hair grows really fast they they get covered with hair quickly, and thusly I forget)...

[joojoobiie]

Ouuuch! Dx
The last traumatizing injury for me was peeling carrots.
I used to loooooooooooove peeling carrots. D': I go across it with this peeler and walla, the joy in my heart of seeing a clean slice coming out with ease.
So one day I was peeling too eagerly and shredded my skin and quarter of my nail at the edge off my thumb. It bled profusely and I was like UWAAA! and crying just like a 8 year old because I was an eight year old at that time.
Ah...dam you peeler-san. T^T

Another was when I leaned to far back and my head got smashed resulting an imprint of the chair. Sadly, I was young and my skull was partly soft so now I got a flat part with the bar imprints of that ....chair. ;_;

[Tianfu]

I only have two scars. The first is about half an inch from my left eye and is about an inch long. My sister hit me in the head with a golf club when I was probably 7 or 8. Although, to be fair, I was trying to pick up the ball she was trying to hit, so she didn't mean to do it.

Kinda funny, though... A couple of years ago, she slipped and fell in a department store in China. Her glasses cut into her head in almost the same place. So now we have matching scars.

My other scar is a boring surgical scar from a biopsy.