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I haven't met too many people without at least one scar so you aren't alone.
I have one that's now barely visible from childhood when I was running fast, slipped and went head first into the edge of some concrete steps. It put a huge 2 inch slice into my forehead.
I have another one from when I was 20 and riding with my girlfriend on her horse. She was on the saddle I was sitting on the horses rump. The horse didn't like me on there and wouldn't budge. She said give it a kick and I accidently hit the horses groin. He went into full gallup and then went into a bucking frenzy to knock me off. Sent me flying into the air. Then the fucking horse had the audacity to back step and he started to stomp towards me and missed by face by just inches.
When I went soaring from him I had landed on rocks and one gashed into my back arm near my elbow. I still can see the scar to this day and that was 25 years ago.
Another time as a kid I was on a tobaggon with a few friends. I was in the front and we were cruising fast down this hill when this other friend tried to jump on the back with us. By doing this he steered us off course and we went dead center into a huge tree. Since I was in the front the weight of the 4 kids behind me all pushed forward and I had my arms on the front edge trying to steer out of the way. My left wrist bones just snapped like a twig. One bone broke the skin and was protuding out. I didn't realize I had done this at first because I had the wind knocked out of me and couldn't feel the pain yet. They thought I was fucking around trying to catch my breath and started throwing snow in my face. Finally caught my breath and realized holy shit my hand was dangling. I pulled my jacket sleeve up. Saw the bone sticking out and fainted.
Anyway, good luck with your scars. We all have them.
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