I have a few scars.

I have one on the my thumb from when a broadhead decided to sink itself into it. It cut through an artery and blood was squirting in a fashion you'd think impossible except for in horror or Tarantino movies, or in the case of a ninja attack, so it was worth it. Visual representation of a broadhead:



I have one on my knee from just this last winter, when I wrecked my sled (my snowmobile for those of you not down with the lingo). I'm not sure what happened, or how I cut my knee, but I do know that the sled ended up on top of me and my knee was numb. I'd like to think that it had to do with the studs in my track, but I'm probably not so fortunate. I could see my kneecap, so it was especially good. Visual representation of a studded track:



I also have a scar on my left upper cheek from when I was a wee lad, when I was jumping on my sister's bed with the neighbor kid and he bounced me up and I fell and smacked my cheek on the bed post, taking a chunk of skin out. That one was not cool. Visual representation of a bed, though the bedpost it sports is not at all like the sharp, death-inducing bedpost that desecrated my face all those years ago :