One of the stories isn't mine. When we were very young, like, two to three years old or something, my sister was on this rocking horse and fell off and split her mouth open. She still has a scar there from stitches, but it's not really that noticiable. I think my grandmother still had it until a few years ago.
When I was like, seven or eight, I was swimming in a pool and being the moron that I was, I was swimming above water with my eyes closed. I didn't really check to see how close I was to the edge but next thing I knew I smacked my face against the edge of the pool (it was pure concrete I believe) and chipped my tooth a little. I didn't really cry or anything, but it did hurt. My uncle and cousin never even noticed ;A;
I didn't scar from this, but when I was younger I was sitting in a room at my grandma's house that used to be a bedroom, and above the bed were these wooden shelves. I stood up forgetting that they were there, and got these long scratches from the sharp edge of the shelves. Later my sister did the exact same thing but got less pity than I did for some reason.
Around the third grade, I was running up and down my driveway on my scooter (The kind that is like a smaller skateboard, with a handle on the top) with my sisters, I decided that I wanted to be like the cool kids and turn my steering and front wheel really fast while going straight. Not only did it not work, but I feel right off the scooter. I learned not to do that again.
In first through third grade I had this habit of once I year, I would trip somewhere and scrape up both knees really badly. I remember hearing the bell to signal the end of recess and I ran with a bunch of friends in a race to get to line first. I tripped over a raised up crack, scraped off both knees, and a girl tripped over me and fell on me, rolling off. Oh it hurt so bad, and I was crying forever.
Freshman year of highschool I learned the hard way to put sunscreen even in places I didn't think I'd need it. We went to the beach in California for a band trip, and I was wearing flip-flops. I didn't think I'd need to put sunscreen on the tops of my feet, but when we went to perform later that day I noticed that the tops of my feet were really warm. Like, radiating heat. I also got dehydrated and had to get water from the Starbucks in the hotel we were staying at. Later I learned that the tops of my feet were super sunburned, and it was utter hell when I had to shower. I like hot showers, and even warm water was agony. I couldn't walk right after and had to be helped to my bed. It was awful. Always put sunscreen on your feet.
Also, somewhere around preschool and kindergarten, I had these little angel dolls. I adored one because it was so pretty and small (eventually my mother sold it and I was so unhappy. I still am.) but the other was deformed. For some reason it had both arms on one side. For some stranger reason it still had the needle in it. Probably unfinished and my mother probably had plans to fix it. Well, I was walking into my room with my parents and sisters (this was back when I still shared my room) and next thing I know I step right onto the needle. It hurt so bad and I was so pleased when my parents threw that doll away.