When I learned how to crawl I crawled up to a phone cord and yanked on it, dropping the phone on my forehead. I still have a scar there, and it used to show when I had my hair really short. People would ask me if I was shaving some kind of symbol into my head ~_~ Just because I'm a Nazi-Buddhist hybrid people expect me to have symbols everywhere.
I smashed my right hand into my parents' cookie jar (just like the one Del Boy from Only Fools and Horses kept his cigars in!) when I was running about the living room with my cousin when I was about four.
"I work in one of those humble call centres... Apparently, what we're doing at the moment is 'sprinkling our magic along the way'. It's a call centre, not Hogwarts." ~ Caroline Garlick, Ayrshire, BBC News Magazine
I got stabbed in the arm by a sword pretty damn deep and it was awesome.
You could see like the muscle and stuff.
I stepped on a sewing needle once (hidden in the carpet) it went halfway into my foot and no one was home so I had to pull it out on my own, I think I was about 13 years old. Ouchies!
I also had a broken umbrella handle go into my leg, I still have a scar.
Also I'm always hitting my head! Since birth! I guess thats why I'm a retarded baby.
When I was playing capture the flag last summer (oh no, he goes outside!), I had about 3 people on my tail and one in front of me. I juke left and lose my balance, but I can't stumble because there's a fence about 10 feet off in that direction. I go down with just about all my weight on my left hand, nearly skidding into the fence. I get tagged and go to jail, then keep on playing with what seems to be a shattered wrist. When I went to the doctor about 2 days later, he says it's just a sprain, I'll be fine. 2 weeks later, I go back, he says it was broken all along, and I have to wear a splint/cast for a month. I blame medicine.
Also, I have tons and tons of horizontal scars on my back. They're red and easily visible. I have no clue how I got them.
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