What's your favorite scar? What does it remind you of?
What's your favorite scar? What does it remind you of?
I have many scars to choose from, but my favorite one is my kidney transplant scar. That scar reminds me of the time when life began again for me, and I have never looked back.
The scar from my double lung transplant. It will always remind me of my thirteen year old female organ donor. God Bless her.
I think I haven't any accident scar, may be I have them all in my heart. But I made myself a scar in times of primary school. I remember after I read an interesting Chinese book, I tattooed myself a yin-yang symbol in the leg, It was a hard work cause I hadn't a tattoo machine, so, I just used ink and a needle. The tattoo looked great when finished, I have a great ability at that so I felt very happy with the result, BUT (yeah, it always comes the but element in this situations) every single gal and boy in the school started to get tattoos like this or even just drawing the thing in their skin. I was mad, I'm the kind of person that hates to have popular things, I have always loved to be unique and creative so... I removed the thing. How? Simple, I just scratched and removed that complete piece of skin from me. Nowadays you can't really realize of that scar because of the color of my skin, but I have it. When I look at that particular place I remember the happy days of my primary school and classmates, every adventure I had in those days. A nice scar indeed.
My favourite scar is the one I no longer have. It faded years ago.
I was riding a horse at a friend's place in another part of Canada and she had buggered off somewhere with the horse she was riding. I turned to look where she went and that was when the horse I was on decided to try and get me off the saddle. It went under a rope clothes line. I turned around just in time to catch the rope in the throat, just above the collar bones. I leaned way back in the saddle and ended up with a nasty scrape. We were not going to tell the folks what had happened, but when you look like you were at a lynching and survived, they want to know the truth. For years and years I had that scar across the base of my throat, a big, broad, light beige crescent. It faded. I haven't been on a horse since then, even though I would love to go riding again.
They told me that the horse liked that trick of knocking people off with the rope line, but I stayed on.
I've got some other goodies, like the index finger on my left hand. There's a white scar across the knuckle where I sunk a hatchet into my finger on Christmas morning when I was 12. I was splitting kindling. Folks never took me to the hospital because they figured I didn't need stitches. Come on, I sunk that baby into the bone and broke my finger doing it. I think about it every time I look at the scar. They just didn't want to wait in the ER on Christmas morning when they would have rather been opening the presents. So, I have a scar.
I could go on. I'm enough of a klutz that I have gotten some goodies, but of course, I learned how to make things heal without scars or I'd have a whopper from a Terminator-style cut I did on my thumb last summer. Hooked a knife into my thumb as I was both turning something with that hand and turning the knife with the other. Cut about half way around my thumb and it was deep. Took a lot of Steri-strips to keep it closed but it healed well, at least.
Oh man, I could go on and on here. Professional klutz.
Cut my hand pretty bad a while back and had to have 7 hours of surgery. Done by the same folks that did the hand transplant and about the same time. Pretty memorable and the scar kind of looks like a stick man running with no head.
I have a scar on my abdomen which has been opened four times. Twice to save my life after ectopic pregnancies. I guess it symbolises painful times but they are part of my life story and significant events which have made me strong and taught me how to embrace happiness.
I am hoping for a scar where they removed my wisdom tooth on friday because its infected and it bl**dy hurts like crazy even with the co codamol.
I only have two tiny scars, one on the elbow when I failed to jump off a pavement with my kick scooter, and one on my knee that I got when I raced my brother to the neighbours mailbox.
I've got two other scars as my favourites though:
My oldest brother has got a scar on his wrist since he accidently cut himself with a half-opened can of tuna. That scar makes me smile, because my brother told the story of how he got it very good. Made me fall on the floor laughing (now, i'm not cruel, he tried and succeded to be funny. He's a wonderful brother.) We're both lefthanded, and none of us can open a can.
The other scar is Harry Potters lightning-shaped one. I grew up with Harry Potter and have made lots of friends through fansites. I went queueing for the last book in the series too, and it was a very memorable night.
well I have an array of scars on my upper left arm from a car crash, one is a long a jagged tear, kind of reminds me of one of the classic Frankenstein scars or something, like railroad trackish, lol, but it was from where I was pinned in the car and the door had crushed in,actually took up the whole driver seat, I was a lucky girl.
I have a small scar on my left wrist Looks like I tried to take myself out.I was sledding a$$ over teakettle and cut myself on a peice of ice. That was one hell of a ride!!! We had a slight thaw and then a freeze. It was just like the Olymics to me!!! I was 6
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