Don't worry, Octo. Chicks digs scars.
As for me, where do I even start? I guess my first trip..
1. When I was eight years old we went to the bowling alley in town. Whatever bowling ball I had picked was too heavy and I was taking it back the shelves when I tripped on something. I count myself lucky that it didn't land on my skull, but it did fly up and smash down on my left hand. My middle and ring finger were shreds. My parents told me that it was similar to trying to sew together ground beef. And on top of that my skin grew over the knot in my stitches, which means they literally had to dig it out. I have scars. :)
2. I think I was around eleven or twelve, my brother was a little over the toddler stage. My brother had come inside and left the front door open, and I was yelling at him to close the door so the dogs wouldn't get out but he didn't listen. So I went up to the door and put my hands on the glass window and slammed it shut. My arms when through the glass. I got these huge gashes on my arms and when we went to the hospital they used steri-stripes or butterfly stitches, and it turned out that I had an allergic reaction to the glue! :D Well now I have two wicked scars on my arms, the one on my right arm looks like it was self harm, though. I also have a small scar on my chin and another on my wrist from the tiny shards of glass.
3. I don't remember how old I was, but we were outside in our front yard picking weeds out of our garden. To this day I still have no idea what caused it, but I had a severe allergic reaction to whatever plant I was picking. I got a rash on my face and arms similar to poison ivy but it didn't itch, and my face swelled up. Nothing else, just my face. It was a freaking nightmare. When we finally got to the hospital, the woman asked me if my face was normally that size while my eyes were almost shut. I was so embarrassed about the whole thing, but they gave me drugs and kept me on a steady stream of benedryl and I pretty much slept 18 hours a day.
Good times. Not really.
