both knees, downhill bike racing as a nitwit child.
chin, teaching myself how to shave my dad, I was 9 1/2. NTB
shins, climbling trees , well actually, falling out of trees as a nitwit child
right elbow, shot with an arrow as a nitwit child. you shoulda seen my playmate!
fingernail bed, from trying to push down an outhouse as a nitwit child.
I can't see if they're still there, but I had numerous deep splinters removed from my ample butt after trying to water ski from a sitting position on a wooden pier. I was a teenager and still not too bright.
middle of my right arm, fell off the roof into the gutter. Neither of us broke. And I only bled a little. Safety techniques still hadn't improved in my 30's!!
front of right arm, knife jab while trying to remove wax from candle holder. And that was just a couple of years ago!
Geez, thanks Raph, now I just made myself feel like an OLD nitwit!!!
The internal scars are far too numerous to count...the external scars are there, too...but they are far smaller. I have a lovely one on my right shin where I opened it to the bone in junior high. I also have a really great one on my shoulder from my rotator cuff repair. Then there are the ones all over my knees from learning to ride a bike and wiping out in pea gravel. None of them are terribly remarkable, but there's a story attached to all of them, both internal and external.
I have one on my left hand palm...from studidity. I sliced open a pack of smokes with a carpenters knife when I was 16. Still have the scar to remind me not to play with Exactos. I think we all have scars on the inside from life experience...those are the ones no plastic surgeon can take away. C'est La Vie, right?
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both knees, downhill bike racing as a nitwit child.
chin, teaching myself how to shave my dad, I was 9 1/2. NTB
shins, climbling trees , well actually, falling out of trees as a nitwit child
right elbow, shot with an arrow as a nitwit child. you shoulda seen my playmate!
fingernail bed, from trying to push down an outhouse as a nitwit child.
I can't see if they're still there, but I had numerous deep splinters removed from my ample butt after trying to water ski from a sitting position on a wooden pier. I was a teenager and still not too bright.
middle of my right arm, fell off the roof into the gutter. Neither of us broke. And I only bled a little. Safety techniques still hadn't improved in my 30's!!
front of right arm, knife jab while trying to remove wax from candle holder. And that was just a couple of years ago!
Geez, thanks Raph, now I just made myself feel like an OLD nitwit!!!