I used to be called "Franzi Potter", because when I was a kid.. I wanted to go in the bathroom,
but my Mom locked it. Smart me thought I could burst it open by running against the door.
In this moment my Mom opened the door and boom - right into the heater (
looks like that, perfectly on the corner).
I think I had to puke twice and was bleeding quite a bit.. however, now I have a "Harry Potter" scar,
even on the correct side.. x)
I also have on my left hand one finger that has a big scar on it, because in holidays there was strong
wind and the hotel door was about 5cm thick and really heavy.. I wanted to hold it open for my family,
wind was too strong for little Zari and squeezed my finger in. There was the fat hanging out and
the doctor wanted to cut it and I'm just like "No, I'd rather die".. xD
Well, he didn't cut it at the end and it just fell off, but now my finger is a bit more empty and left with a nice scar.
Then there are some smaller scars from my cats, when they scratch me, because my skin has trouble to heal completely,
but they are not really visible.