Until a few years ago I had only ever had one stitch total, from a nasty fall onto a broken section of concrete footpath as a toddler. That stitch is still clearly visible today as an "x" mark on my right temple.
I also have scars from the following random incidents, in chronological order :
- right big toe where my mum ran over me* with the family van, this flattened the toe in a very distinct way, though no scar,
- left and right big toes from bad breaks caused by (multiple, separate) field hockey mishaps, which haven't left scars per se but certainly show a lot of damage (toes stick up/out at odd angles),
- left big toe from an accident where it got caught in a plastic supermarket bag laying on the floor as I came running through.. that was a doozy, lost the nail and it healed very wonkily - luckily it got hit by another hockey ball a year or so later and got straightened somewhat;
- left shin from deep cut caused by my dad randomly putting a broken computer case in the dark hall one evening in my mid teens;
- burn mark under my left hand under my thumb from a cooking misadventure in my late teens - this incident marked the end of my quasi independence at my dad's and I had to move back home to my mum's until medical stuff was sorted;
- scar across webbing of my right hand where I sliced it open a couple years ago slicing an apple for children in a park - never cut *into* your palm, ever! It was such a stupidly careless thing to do and caused a lot of drama, but luckily none of the children knew anything had happened (and they got their apple as it hadn't been touched by any of the spurting blood, yay!), and I hadn't cut through any tendons etc, so just needed 5 or so stitches;
- keyhole surgery marks for my endometriosis, though the wounds healed cleanly the scars on each side are quite angry still. They don't bother me.
*she did run over me, but that sounds wayyy more dramatic than what happened : I was standing outside the van's sliding door and buckling my baby sister (who was upset as had just gotten lost in supermarket) into her car seat, calming her down, and offering her grapes. Mum put the keys in the ignition and turned the engine on, but had no intention of moving while I was still outside but idk handbrake or whatever (I don't drive) wasn't on and the car reversed of it's own accord.. right onto my right foot. So that was super fun - I had 1/4 of the weight of the van, my mum and 3 sisters, plus all our lugguge as were on our way home from a long summer holiday at the beach. Mum kept her cool, and got the van off my foot as safely and smoothly as possible to avoid further damage. Could have been worse!