Children learn best through play, and some of the happiest childhood memories are made when playing and exploring with friends, especially during the long summer holidays. My sister and I, and the neighbourhood kids, always enjoyed riding our bikes around together, playing football or climbing trees in the garden or local park.
Throughout these times, a few bumps and scrapes along the way are inevitable, and once you pick yourself up and dust yourself off, sometimes you’ll have your own scar story to remember the incident by!
Today I’m sharing one of my scar stories, and giving you the chance to win an exciting prize package by sharing one of your own!
Somehow, I managed to get through childhood without any broken bones at all but I do have a couple of scar stories from our playful adventures. Each summer, we used to spend a few days in a local jazz festival in our town, which was held in an athletic stadium. The parents would listen to the performances, meanwhile we kids would be free to roam around and play together. One day, when I would have been about 9, we were playing on top of a hill that was in the grounds of the stadium and we decided to race each other by rolling down the hill. We were rolling really fast and unfortunately I landed on broken glass at the bottom, which sliced my stomach! Luckily it wasn’t too serious as the cuts weren’t too deep but that was one of my most memorable injuries.
While it’s important to promote safe play, it’s impossible to wrap your children up in cotton wool. Sometimes, these things happen so it’s worth having a fully stocked up medicine cabinet or first aid box, with plenty of antiseptic cream and plasters.
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Oh dear that rolling down the hill episode was done exactly the same by my Son, only it involved some stitches. I did warn him about glass and poo but alas he didn’t listen.
As for grazed knees it always seemed to happen when new trousers were bought?/
My ‘scar story’s is by virtue of my own exploits when I was five years old. Playing hide and seek in the house and running excitedly through the hall, falling over my own foot, and straight through the front door glass panel landing in the porch outside. The glass missed my eyes by a tiny fraction and I needed stitches across my forehead. Mum used to swear by Germaline in those days and its a smell I remember from a young age. My own medicine cupboard is always well stocked for my own children ! Luckily they have ,thus far, escaped any major scarring stories but my Germaline is always there for any scrapes and scratches!
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My scar story involves my own exploits at about five years old. I was playing hide and seek at home when, running excitedly through the hall, I tripped over my own foot and fell through the front door glass panel. Lucky the glass missed my eyes and stitches were put in across my forehead . My Mum always had Germaline at home in those days and its a smell I remember fondly from my childhood! Luckily my own children have thus far escaped any scarring stories! Although I always have a stock of Germaline in my own medicine cupboard and they will remember this as I fondly as I when they are older!
My son who has one eye is always falling over and then getting up and brushing his knees and carrying on.
On one windy day he lent against the door frame and he didn’t know it was where the hinges are. the door blew shut trapping his finger. I rang the hospital because he had chicken pox and was advised to bring him in and when we got there to tell them so they could put him in isolation from other children. He now has a scar where the fracture was.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old I was at Daycare running around as usual. I obviously wasn’t paying attention because I ran smack into the handle of a broomstick that someone else was swinging in my direction. I put my hands over the left-side of my forehead and starting screaming and screaming. When I pulled my hands away, blood squirted out and apparently my skull could be seen. Needless to say I had to have quite a few stitches but was not allowed to be put to sleep for them as I could have died or woke up with brain damage. Now that I am 32 I still have a large scar that sticks out on my forehead – the scar tissue gets irritated every now and again and scabs up. I don’t think it will ever go away.
When I was about 5 years old I was playing in the back garden, I used to pretend I was in a garden show and I would talk to my audience and tell the camera crew to ‘cut’ etc. The garden itself was very steep with a rockgarden next to the path, on one of my ‘takes’ I ran up the steps to show my enthusiasm to the ‘camera’ (just like I’d seen on blue peter or something tv show like that probably!!), I jumped up the steps with a little too much bounce and managed to miss the step, fall forward and catch my nose on the side of a sharp rock, I had managed to dis-attach my left nostril !! I now have a scar to show for my fake stardom and I never did get that presenting job either !
When I was 10, I got my thumb stuck in the top of a glass milk bottle…rather than going to find mum/dad and get it out, I decided to smash the bottle off the pavement to release my thumb instead. This was swiftly followed by a trip to A&E and 12 stitches!
I don’t drink milk anymore.
LOL
I have a scar at the side of my eye – hardly visible now I’m in my late 40s – which came from an injury I had from a branch jutting out over the river which caught my face as we floated down the river on a punting trip when I was a very young child. Two familes, two boats, I was with my friend’s parents and my friend’s dad was punting and failed to warn me to duck. My parents were livid!
When I was a toddler, my mum had mopped the kitchen floor, I thought it would be a good idea to slide on the floor hence smashing my forehead open on a sharp corner, so that was a trip to the A&E for stitches, I always remember someone dressed as Mr Bump came round to all the children in the hospital
When I was younger I loved playing out on my roller blades with my best friend. We would spend hours going up and down our avenue on them, often with a few accidents. However, on this particular day I was roller blading down our avenue on the pavement rather than the tarmac road; the pavement was made of slabs of stone. There was a particularly uneven section where one slab was sticking up from the rest and I went flying when I tripped over this slab. I landed on my hands and knees which were badly graded and bleeding. My mum could hear my crying from across the road and rushed out to see what had happened and if I was okay. She patched me up and stuck a plaster on my knee up. All was fine really until one day at school my plaster came off and my knee began to bleed again so I went to the dinner lady, Mrs Day, and she took me inside to the first aid box. She couldn’t find a big enough plaster so she improvised and taped a piece of cotton guise to me knee. Little did I know that this would become stuck to my knee for WEEKS! The only way to get this off my knee was to soak it in the shower and trim it down after each one until eventually it feel off with my scab. I was called scabby knees for ages! I now have a lovely big scar on my knee from this roller blading accident and will never forget Mrs Day!
My scar story, walking back from the shops with a bottles of wine at christmas and tripped over the pavement , i fell face down smashing the wine into my wrist! so have some lovely scrars from whee the glass was!
It didn’t happen ‘intheplayroom’ but was ‘in the play ground’ – I was often the subject of bullying and was certainly a bit of a ‘tom boy’ for which the girls taunted me for. Anyway, one damp and grey play time I was sitting on the big hexagonal climbing frame and could see a group of girls coming my way so I climbed higher and higher until I was at the top. ( I have always liked climbing and heights ha ha) The bell rang for end of play just as I reached as high as I could go and as all the children ran to go in I slipped and fell. I landed badly on my knee and was taken to hospital. I had to have an operation that resulted in a large scar on my right knee. Anyway, that was sadly not the end of the scar story as following my operation I was in a hospital bed with weights hanging off my leg over the end of the bed. One day, (nearing the end of my treatment) the ward was really busy and I called for the nurse to ask if I could go to toilet. She said I could (meaning she would fetch me a bedpan) However, I assumed she meant I might GO to the Toilet. I wiggled down to the end of the bed and lowered myself on to the floor. I was by then busting so mind on getting to the toilet I did not unclip the weights and tried to walk…….This stupidity set me back another week in the hospital bed!
i have a dent type scar on my forehead. when i was about 9 or 10 i was playing pogs with my brother. He brought out his metal slammer with spikes on it and it got stuck in my head. bled quite a good amount too. i still make him feel guilty about it haha
I decided that I good drive a shopping trolley as a racing car when I was younger, the front wheel jammed and catapulted me out and across the car-park, lucky my thick skull slowed me down and I still have a large scar over my right eye to prove it.
I remember my ‘Scar Story’ like it way only yesterday. It happened in junior school with my best friend called Clare. We would have our own wooden desks (back in the day) and I would alway hide a packet of sweets or biscuits in my desk to snack on, without the teacher seeing. Well one day I took some milky way star chocolates, which make me turn a little hyper (goodness knows why, they still do till this day :). My friend and I sneaked back inside from outdoor play and went into the class room. We were dancing around pretending to be magical fairies. Unfortunately I fell over and held out of my friend to help, which of course brought her falling to the ground as well. I knocked over all the glass jars and hurt my leg against the wooden storage cupboard. My class teacher was not impressed, however it didn’t stop me taking sweets into my class!! 🙂
i remember running home with my friend so excited as i wanted to ask my mum (think i was about 10) if i could go to the school disco the next day. Knocking on the back door & i pushed to open it as it always stuck & put my arm right through the big glass pane 🙁 Trip to a & e! They tried putting several butterfly sutures in but these didn’t hold it s back for 8 normal sutures. In the end it has left a big scar, they offered plastic surgery because they messed up but i didn’t want to go through that at 10. still went to my school disco though with a massive bandage haha –
In summertime my daughter was running in her flip flops and fell on a big stone. She scraped her knee very badly and a chunk of skin was hanging off. When it started healing she fell over again and scraped the same knee. She has a very bad scar she is very conscious of now
My twin brother and I were indoors playing with bits of hardboard, skimming them like cards and attempting to catch them. Unfortunately one piece of spinning wood evaded my hands and sliced into my eyebrow resulting in gushing blood. Our anxious Mum was told that I had slipped and cut my head on a fire fender, a story which she believed well into her eighties until he sons confessed! I see the scar everyday and it makes me smile even all these years later!
In the good old days when, as children, we would walk around the village on our own, I was coming back from my friends house in the dark. I was a little bit scared so I started running. But just as I was running down our drive, my shoe flew off then I tripped over it and went flying. I skidded across the driveway on the side of my hand and still have the scars to prove it. Ouch!!
The other scar I still have is from a time I was out riding my bike round the alleyways near our house. I went round the corner at full speed, just as another child was doing the same thing in the opposite direction. We drove straight into each other and my finder got squashed between our handlebars. You could see my bone and I soon learnt to slow down and watch where I was going!
Our though little babies, so many near misses and miracles… May they grow healthy and beautiful .. wile avoiding biting into detergent capsules for washing machines and/or being big sister and helping by picking up the new baby and … dropping it on the floor.
Our though little babies, so many near misses and miracles… May they grow healthy and beautiful .. wile avoiding biting into detergent capsules for washing machines and/or being big sister and helping by picking up the new baby and … dropping it on the floor.
My daughter was at Nursery and the leader shut the metal framed door without realising her little thumb was in the gap! Straight to A & E, thumb nail had to be removed and wound stitched, but she as so brave. She still has the scar and a funny shaped thumb nail but never put her fingers near a door frame again!
I got bitten by a dog in India, and have the scar on my ankle to prove it! Had to spend the next six weeks getting anti-rabies jabs – ouch!
My scar story involves my little brother. We were playing outside with a group of kids when little bro ran into someone on a bike. The mudguard caught the side of his leg above the knee. He screamed and I ran to check on him to find a gaping wound! he was rushed straight to hospital and returned that evening with 12 stitches and a plaster cast on. I will never forget the sick feeling I had when I saw that injury!
When i was about 7 i was running for the ice cream van and tripped and fell and ended up with a scar above my eye !
My own story………during school summer games sports day, I was attempting a rather high, high jump, whilst crossing the bar in a scissors movement, I managed to cut my lower leg with one of the spikes on the bottom of my shoe, very deep and three inches long, I will never forget, the blood was everywhere!
I’m now 36 but when I was 8 years old my dads uncle and aunt Bud and Twink came to stay. He was a proper Del Boy, lived in Margate and if you wanted it he’d find it.
This day they turned up with a bike for me, it was a little battered but as I was learning it was perfect for me and I was straight off to the park to learn to ride…….
It was a beautiful breezy spring day and I can remember being able to stay up for longer and longer without falling and feeling pretty pleased with myself UNTIL I steered in the wrong direction and fell down a ditch,,,,,before I could cry there was blood everywhere and I could see a cut as big as a 10 pence pieces on my leg. Running home with bike in towe I cried for mum and she cleaned it up and made me feel better as only
Mums can. I still have a little scar now but I love it because every scar tells a story and I love this memory x
When I was about three we lived in Cyprus my Mum was best friends with the lady who lived next door and we regularly visited – I decided to visit and tried to climb over the fence to get over and got stuck! I have a twenty cm scar on my leg that never healed properly because of being in the sun – so lucky it wasn’t worse but a big scar
When I was ten I lived in Hong Kong (Stanley) just around the corner was a very steep hill next to the park. One day me and my friends decided to see how fast we could run down it. Anyway, I started running down but as I was going so fast I couldn’t stop. At the speed I was going just before the bottom I did fall over and badly scraped my knees. I do have slight scar on my right knee as took quite a few months to heal. As the old saying goes – I didn’t do that again!
I scarred my leg when i went down the cellar to fetch an ice cream, tripped over and fell onto a screw that was loose on the floor. It went right through the skin and muscle next to my right knee, and the surgeon had to cut around it to get it out.
My scar story was in the woodwork lesson at secondary school (many years ago !) While sawing a piece of wood in the vice, didn’t bother stopping when I got to my thumb and cut straight into it. Can still see the scar today.
Boring old… Came off my bike racing downhill on a gravel path when I was about 7 years old – scar is on the palm of my hand though, not my knee
I have a huge scar down my right shin from when I was a teenager. The story goes….I was about 14 and used to hang about with my mates down our local train station. Well one day after a few bottles of diamond white I fell backwards down a man hole that one of my ‘friends’ had decided to lift the cover off. I swear that I was under ground by about a foot or so and somehow…due to embarrassment..I managed to find the strength to lift myself up and out. I casually said I was going home and could feel a warm feeling on my leg. When I lifted my jeans I had blood pouring out and loads of flesh kinda missing. I couldnt tell my mum or she would have killed me so left it…anyhoo as Im a picker it never healed properly and has gone all shiny and horrid looking years later.
I came off my bike going downhill too fast on a wet day and managed to hit my chin on the pavement. I knew I’d get told off, so I crept into the house and tried to deal with wiping away any blood on my own. I still have a very slight scar.
My favourite scar (I think all scars tell a really unique story) is a V shaped one on my chin. When I was about 2 years old I was bouncing on the bed, fell off and landed on the corner of a drawer that was open – hence the V shape!
My mum said it wouldn’t stop bleeding and the doctors wouldn’t let them in the room whilst they stitched me up. I quite like my quirky scar though!
I have a scar on my forehead because when I was about 4 or 5 years old my parents took me to a fairground. I spotted a Carousel and shouted “toys”. I ran towards it, tripped over my own feet and cut my head open! Oddly enough my own daughter did something incredibly similar at about the same age but luckily she has no scar as she didn’t need stitches.
When I was just 18 months old I had major heart surgery to widen a valve between my heart and lungs. That left me with a big scar running the length of my chest which has stretched as I grew older. Now 35, I wouldn’t have it any other way. That scar saved my life!
I ran as fast as I could (showing off in front of my mates) down a steep bank onto the playground fell over onto my knee and cut it open. There is a scar there where I should have had stitches.
The day before I went in for a section my husband headbutted some metal whilst putting the rubbish out and got a large scar on his forehead
My brother was always the accident prone one until I went to the cinema on day! So in the excitement to go and sit towards the back of the screen room to watch a film I decided to fall up the steps, you know the type with a metal strip, poorly lit. My reaction well, I got up and continue to go up and find a seat. As the adverts began to roll my friends began to pester me to check my leg, and was I okay. In the dim lit room I checked my leg and saw blood cue going out the room to clear it up, only I couldn’t clean it up we had to report it and get first aid. First aid decided to call an ambulance and I ended up in a and e requiring stitches! After the stitches were done I then decided to go back on the same day to the cinema to watch the next screening of the film!
One of the strongest memories I have is from when I was about 8 and I was riding my bike around outside and I decided to go down the big hill (that I had been told not to) as fast as I could, only I misjudged the corner, took flight over the handle bars and landed in crying heap of the concrete – I also took a nice chunk out of my knee which gave me a glorious scar that I was very proud of!!!!!
I was out riding on my bike and was riding past a stoney ledge when I fell off. It resulted in a nasty gash on my knee – I’ve still got the scar today!
I fell off a crash barrier when I was 7 and I still have the scar on my shin
I was so excited to go for my first sleepover at my friend Wendy’s house. We went to play in the back garden and a rusty nail went right through my shoe and foot. I ended up in A&E. I was so upset to miss the night away from home and have a scar on my foot to remind me.
When I was 6 I was attending an after school club my Mum helped to run. It was for teenagers and I was running around the hall they were playing table tennis in.
I ran past as a boy swang his bat back and it broke on my head and cut my head open. I have a 3 inch scar above my eyebrow
I have a scar on my knee which I got when I fell off the roundabout when I was about 8.
I need to say first that I am (generally) a good parent….yes I think you know what’s coming. When my little girl was about three or four she fell asleep perched on the arm of the sofa. She looked so sweet that I crept off and took a sneaky pic of her. I then sat down with my older daughter to read a book, telling her to keep quiet so as not to wake her little sister. Unfortunately the peace was suddenly broken by bloody curdling cries…my little one had slipped off her perch, landed on our (very hard) wooden floor and had blood pouring down her little face. She’s now eleven and (an A&E trip later) still has the silver scar cutting across her eyebrow…odd how we don’t look at that photo much!
When I was around 10, my friends and I made a den in our local woods, we found a big sheet of a old wire fence , and logically, thought it would be the greatest hammock .
We used cable ties to attach it to two trees in the middle of our den that was hidden under branches and leaves we’d gathered.
I decided to test the DIY hammock and fell off it as quickly as I had got one it, a sharp piece of the broken wire at the side scored all down the inside of my calf from knee to ankle in a diagonal line. That was 14 years ago and I still have the scar clear as day. Such a large , impressive looking scar for a not very impressive childhood idea! Haha.
I have a HUGE scar up both sides of my ankle on my left foot, housing 5 plates and 14 pins and screws…..a product of (beautiful) 4 inch heels, 2 vodkas & 1 jagerbomb, a night out for a party (1st night in 2+ years) and a grid cover with slots just big enough for my heel!!
Overall….not my best night! ????
I have a 2 scars on my back just below each shoulder and several round scars down each side of my body between the ribs. I was a smoker in my younger days and ended up having surgery because my lungs kept collapsing, the round scars are from all the tubes i had to have inserted between the ribs, they went into my chest cavity to suck out the air and re-inflate the lung. The rest are from the surgery i had to glue my lungs to the chest wall. Its been about 10 years since i had my first op and i feel pretty good these days. So yeah – i dont recommend smoking.
i have got a scar on my right knee from when I was about 9/10 years old. I was playing with my friend and her brother, running about and I slipped over. I got loads of little stones in the cut, I went back to my friends house and her mum cleaned it up and gave me some painkillers. the scar is about 1in x half inch.
I have various scars each with their own tale from and all that go together to make the story of my life. The one that I shall re-tell today is that of the flints.
I was 7 and round my friends Rachel’s (she lived the other side of the village about two miles from my house, when that’s how far we were allowed to play), at a time when there was still a lot of houses being built and thus a lot of rubble. We were just chasing about around the path when I stumbled and when sprawling into a pile of flints. The flints ripped into my hands leaving their marks in rivers of red. My friend’s mum simply patched me up and sent me home!
Weeks later when I had healed, a local Policewoman came to ‘take our finger prints’, thanks to those flints I have exceptional and sinister looking prints now!
I have a scar on my chin from when I was a toddler eating pizzza at the table and rocking backwards and forwards on my chair when it tipped over and my fork dug into my chin. I also have one longer thumbnail than the other where it got trapped in the front door and my sister tried pulling it out and stretched it. But my favourite has to be my c-section scar from where I birthed my beautiful baby girl, that will always be my favourite story to tell!
My ‘Scar Story’ is almost like yours……Playing with friends on a hill in primary school and decided to run down the steep hill as the school bell rang to tell us it was the end of dinner time. I ran too fast, tripped and Slid straight up the concrete floor on my face…..Yep….Huge dirty friction burn right up my face….chin to forehead…..Not pleasant but cream and extra TLC cured it. You can obviously imagine the pain and to this day I have a Harry Potter scar on my forehead….It actually hurts too when I get stressed lol! x
I have a scar on my leg from when my dog jumped off my knee and her back claw cut me.
I have a scar on my inner wrist from where I fell out of a tree aged 6 and cut it on a broken bottle.
My two eldest children, now 7 and 9 have matching scars EXCEPT one you can see and one you cannot all because of the approach taken at the hospital. They both fell whilst at nursery, both 18 months at the time, one into a bookcase and one into a door. My daughter (now 9) had her head glued and although I know where it is, you cannot see this scar now. My son (now 7) had butterfly sticker stitches applied, despite me telling them the story of my daughter and that he hates stickers! As expected, he pulled them off straight away but they refused to glue his head, he now has what he calls his Harry Potter scar and I think it is so unfair.
When I was about 8 as playing tag with friends in the street. As I was running away I turned to look back to see if I was escaping my pursuer. As I turned back I collided with a lamppost. The result was a blooded nose and a gash to my forehead. It needed a few stiches but healed well and only left a small scar
when I was younger i fell off a chair and i still have the teeth mark scar under my lip to this day where i bit it! xx
When I was 8 I threw a stick up into a tree to try to knock down a chestnut. The stone came down and smacked me on the forehead leaving a large cut and gushing blood. I still have a scar on my forehead that is more visible when I have a sun tan.
I have a scar on my knee cap from when I was a kid I was running pas the door and the door frame had a nail sticking out, it was very painful!
The neighbour had two dogs that were identical, one was friendly one was not, I got confused aged 5 and made a fuss of the “kind” one scrunching its ears and playing with it, result? It bit My lip, I screamed the whole way to hospital “IM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL LIKE THIS” had My lip glued 🙁 and now have a permanent lump … Oh and there was that time My aunty ice skated over My finger!!
I think I was 9 or 10 in the summer. I was riding my bike home from the playground, with my older brother ahead of me. All of a sudden, I flipped over the my handlebars and wiped out on the ground. My right knee was bleeding, and my trousers were torn up. I found a stick lodged in my front wheel, and my handlebars turned backward (I guess from holding on when the bike stopped). I yelled for my brother, who pedaled away. I managed to get the stick out, and another child in the area helped turn my handlebars. But I was in too much pain to ride home. So I had to walk my bike. Half a mile. Limping and crying the entire way. Hoping my mom would come and meet me. Turns out my brother didn’t even bother to tell her I wrecked my bike (or really downplayed it). My knee looked so bad that my mom debated taking me to the emergency room (which, as an American, is rather expensive). She cleaned the wound with peroxide and bandaged my entire knee. A couple weeks later, I wiped out at the bottom of a hill and reopened the scab (on my way to the same playground). Not a good summer, and I still have a huge scar on my right kneecap.
I thought I commented but cannot see it now so sorry if its a repeat. My biggest scar is on my wrist from burning while using the oven. It was very deep burn so left a scar
My scar story happened a long time ago, I was playing `off ground tick` with a group of kids in the tenaments were we lived. I was on top of the air raid shelter and was walking backwards neadless to say I fell off. and got a large cut on the back off my head. My dad was quite strick and my brothers and sisters should have been looking after me, so they took me home and made me promise not to tell anyone. I didn`t but still have the scare.
I have some on my hand from sliding down a sheet of glass (as a slide!) you know as you do, when your about five! until the fun stops when the glass breaks and ends up in your hand! ouch!
i also have a hernia scar above my belly button from last year and a big V shape scar where i passed out in the toilet of the hospital after my op and smashed my face on the floor! attractive! like a permanent reminder of it all on my face! 🙁
BEWARE IF SQUEAMISH! When I was about 7, I heard the ice cream van and ran down our very steep back street quickly before it left. Unfortunately, I tripped and my nose landed in dog pooh! My Mum was almost physically sick when cleaning me up….and I was too late for the ice cream van. Fortunately, the scar healed well thanks to Germolene!
A family friend was pushing me and my younger brother down a hill in a wind surfing buggy, but on one run he managed to flip the buggy over backwards which tipped us out and caused me to skid down the hill on my back causing massive friction burns- it was so painful and I was sticking to the bed sheets for weeks! But I think the family friend felt much more guilt than I felt pain!
My scar story happened when I was little I got a kite wrapped around my leg when I was playing. It was very windy that day… and it hurt a lot. I havent really been a big fan of kites since!
When I was about 8, my mum left me and my friend in the house whilst she popped to post a letter. Unfortunately, whilst she was out, the cross legged stool I was sat on collapsed and, as it went down, I put my right hand underneath me to catch my fall. My fingers got trapped in the stool mechanism, I screamed, my friend ran home and I ran to my aunt’s who lived nearby leaving blood splatters on the walls as I ran out of the house. My mum must have had an almighty fright when she returned home from posting her letter to find neither me nor my friend there and blood all over the walls. I still have a damaged finger nail on my right hand to remember that eventful day but thankfully no other long lasting injuries.
My “scar story” was caused by my loving big sister (3 years older). We were staying at my aunties house. She owned a big fat ginger cat called tails, because it had a paralysed tail. I picked him up and placed him on my sisters lap. He decided he didn’t want to be there and dug his claws into her new jeans. She handled it well and decided to chuck him at me! Luckily at striking point I had my eyes closed as he scratched from above my eyebrow to the bottom of my cheek leaving me with a 5 inch scar down my face. Luckily over time it has faded and can barely been seen now and i still use this against my sister now 🙂
I decided to put my hand around a spikey cactus plant in a garden centre when I was six . I had hundreds of pines stuck in my hands it was agony. Some had gone in so deep they left a few scars on my palm. I had to go to A&E who had to spend hours pulling them out individually with tweezers.Let’s just say whenever I see a cactus it always reminds me of that pain.
I was in food tech at school when I was drying a sharp knife and managed to slice my thumb…. lots of blood… I thought it was funny but the teacher told me to lay on the floor until the school nurse came…. a bit dramatic!! 🙂
I got nasty chicken pox when I was five and we were staying at my mums friends house in the North of Scotland. After drying me too hard with a towel after the bath, the top came off the biggest one, which happened to be right in the middle of my neck. A keloid scar formed over it as I got older. What once started as a few mm is now a few cm wide across my neck. I had steroid injections at age 8 into the site of the scar but as I bit the doctor, we didn’t attempt that procedure again. I have just learned to live with it now that I’m in my 30s. I think it’s hilarious when people think it’s a “love bite”.
I’m telling my son’s scar story. He was about two and a half and sitting in his highchair feeding himself (not strapped in) and eating for the first time from a real bowl rather than his normal plastic. I was drying my hair and literally turned my back for a second but that was all he needed to scramble out the highchair and climb out, pulling it over and somehow managing to smash the bowl in the process. He cut his lip on the bowl and blood was gushing from it, I have never panicked so much in my life I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop! An ambulance trip and some stitches and a few hours later all was well. I still feel sick when I think about it though. Don’t think he got “a real” bowl again until he was about five!
I’ve still got a souvenir from my school playground, a two inch long line of tarmac embedded in my knee. My teacher didn’t want to hurt me when she was cleaning it after I fell, so it has stayed with me.
My only scar was formed as my family had gone to collect my older brother from his first residential school trip so it was just me and my dad home. I was doing handstands onto the chair next to my dad’s prize possession – his music station, bought with a loan before I was born and still being paid back. It was in a glass cabinet with metal edging. When my shin landed on the metal corner, blood everywhere, he was going mad checking for damage on the stereo!
Was I was a kid I was riding my bike and the handle bars fell off! I fell on my arm and had a small graze. I ran home to my mum who’s first reaction was “go and get the Germolene”. She rubbed some on the graze but I was still in a lot of pain. An hour later my dad returned from work, he took one look at my arm and said “well thats broken!” 6 hours later I emerge from A&E with a double break and a plaster cast up to my shoulder. We still laugh about it now that my mum though Germolene cold fix my broken arm!
I have three scars. Two are major scars from pacemaker operations and these are my favourite scars as it reminds me I’m alive and still have lots of life left to live. My third scar happened when I was 12. My mom used to manage a pub and my and my brother were playing in the ballroom during the lunchtime shift and the ballroom was empty. We were only allowed to drink squash, but being the cheeky devils that we were we wanted some fizzy coke. So I decided to jump onto the bar, lean back and pour some cokes into glasses so we were sophisticated like the grown ups in the bar. Anyway we hear someone coming so I jumped off the bar, accidentally knocking the glasses on the floor. In my naivety I scooped up the glass to avoid getting told off. Ended up in A&E with glass sticking out my little finger. Had to have a few stitches. I never did that again!!
I fell down a mountain as my dad said my feet were growing too fast for walking boots fell about 20 ft was fine but guess what I got new boots the next day!
I have a silvery scar on my left index finger where I sliced the side of the finger with a surgical scalpel I was using to cut card. It would NOT stop bleeding and turned my housemates quite green. I also have a caesarean scar that was quite neat until it was reopened for subsequent abdominal surgery. It’s not quite as neat as it was but the surgeon did a very good job of minimising the carring overall.
I remember being about 5 years old and trying to jump onto a spinning round -a-bout , well as you can imagine I hit it with full impact and got thrown backwards and scraped my arms and leg on the floor .. I can still remember the day , anyway apart from the little accident it did;nt bother me that much as I was on holiday at a holiday camp and was having the time of my life as you do at 5 years old… Great Prize would love to take the kids to Go Ape we have never been before 🙂
I was a self-harming teenager due to family circumstances so I have scars on my arms and legs which I am always very aware of and always trying to hide – public swimming is a real no-no
I have a scar on my knee because when I was young, we had great fun in the sea and we also kneeled in the water… but unfortunately, I kneeled on a seashell and it cut me
I have a scar just below my eyebrow from when I fell on a garden cane when I was a child and almost poked my eye out!
I have a small scar under my chin. At the age of about two I was carrying a cake tin out into the garden to help my mum, tripped through the French doors and fell headlong into the cake tin, cutting my chin in the process. I have no memory of the incident but my mum recalls it often and said she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. No lasting damage other than the scar – I still like cake!!
I flew like superman on a swing. At least, that was the intention. Instead I dived over the top and head first onto the tarmac the other side (not even squishy tarmac in those days). Knocked out a tooth and split my lip down to my chin – still got the scar!
I ‘gained’ my first scar at the age of 8 playing football. I had just out skilled my older brother who decided to scythe me down in revenge and I landed on an old ring pull from a can of fizzy pop (the ring pull that is completely detatched) A trip to hospital and 7 stitches on my right knee then followed !! 32 years later and the scar is still very vivid and the memory remains !!
this morning when my nearly 2 year old fell down the stairs hitting every single one on the way down!!
I have a very large scar on my knee from a knee reconstruction. I now have two recent additions, a large scar down my spine from spinal surgery and one along my waist on my back where a battery pack was inserted for my spinal cord stimulator. I’m proud of my scars because they show what I have been through but wouldn’t mind them being less noticeable xx
My daughter has a scar on the top of her leg from a burn. I never let her eat pot noodles but she loved them so I caved one night. Id made her it and stupidly let her sit on the settee because she was watching Buffy. She jumped at one bit and threw the pot noodle down herself. It very badly burnt her leg. I was embarrassed so told her to say at the hospital she burnt it on tea. When the doctor asked her what happened she said ‘mummy told me to say I burnt it on a cup of tea’ that took some explaining.
i ran head first into a horizontal garage door, split my head open, lovely scar to show for it
When I was about two I fell over a stone door holder and cracked my head open so I have been left with a scar through my eyebrow
I have a scar on my wrist from going top to tail with my younger sister…….her toe nail/talon got me!
Talk about glamorous!
My son who was 3 at the time was hugging his little sister who was 2 i the door frame and they toppled over him on top, I just heard this almighty screaming and thought my daughter had cracked her head against the door frame but when my son got up his forehead was dripping with blood and he’d banged it on the door frame splitting it open, we had to get it glued back together and he still has a scar there, he gets called Harry Potter now!!
Loosing my son in the shopping centre was the scariest story.
The worst/best scar I have is from where some kids tied me by my neck to a tree. I was at my Auntys house, I was about 6, and we were playing in the small field nearby, when they said that to join their club, they had to tie me up. When they started to tie me by my neck I began screaming, but then they tied it so hard that I couldn’t make any noise. I kept trying to move my head as they ran off, but all I was doing was rubbing the skin off of my throat. It was lucky my mum came to look for me, as I was really starting to panic. I don’t remember much from afterwards, but still have a rough red raised scar from where I took off so much skin.
I was cleaning a glass when the heat smashed it but instinct I still did the twist motion and cut all my hand! hand to go to hospital for stitches and felt really silly!
I have 2 lovely scars along my forearm from when I broke my arm and had to have it pinned, me and my brother were big Gladiators fans and foolishly played Duel with pillows whilst stood on top of our playhouse roof. lets just say I lost lol
I have a couple of narrow ( & fortunately now mostly faded) but long scars down the length of my torso as a result of beating the boys at climbing trees, being lighter I could climb the thinner branches at the top. Unfortunately I misjudged the strength of the last branch which broke & I slid down the trunk snapping several branches on my way down to a more secure branch. I won but smelt of Germalene for several days!
Germolene even!
Aged 7, family holiday to Lanzarote. Unfortunately, all family holidays involved a trip to the Crazy Golf course, which always ended in tears and tantrums from all – never the less this holiday wasn’t an exception.
Unfortunately, on the first hole, I didn’t get a hole in one. What I did do was fall over the ledge of the course and cut my knee cap quite badly. There was blood – a lot of it. 16 years on the scar of that accident still remains, and the mental scars of crazy golf still remain.
I have a scar on my leg from falling off my bike when I was 10.
Playing netball I took a tumble.My shirt was ripped & a big piece of skin hung from my elbow – I carried on playing & covered the mess up by wearing my cardigan.By the time I got home it was very inflamed and later infected.It took ages to heal and the scar remains to this day.
I was about 10 years old, wearing my favourite dress whilst climbing over brick walls at the end of my street. I slipped and grazed my leg for knee to mid thigh. I was less concerned with the blood dripping down my leg thean the fact I had ruined my favourite dress! I still have the scar today, and I’m still gutted about my dress haha
My Mam was thrilled when one of her favourite childhood toys made a re-appearance in the shops.
She gave us all a Space-hopper with such foundness.
Mam was, not so thrilled, with what happened with this blast from the past, though.
I wanted to ‘really’ bounce high on mine – higher than all the other kids!
I climbed onto the garden wall. to give myself the momentum of height.
I awkwardly positioned the hopper under my bum.
On the count of three – and, with all the other kids watching on in awe ….
I leapt off the wall – but, gravity dragged me backwards – where I rammed my head onto the wall.
I still have the small scar on my knee and chin.
But, it was the embarrassement that really hurt.
And, Mam’s words ringing in my ears – ‘Why do you always have too turn the simplist of activities into major events??’
(Pride Before a Fall??) xx
When I was 9 or 10 I was playing in my mother’s friend’s back yard and they had some big tea chests which were great fun to jump on and off until I slipped and the sharp metal edge strips caught me as I fell, meaning the back of both legs got ripped on it from top to bottom as I slipped past the sharp edge. Cue blood everywhere. My mother eventually managed to stop the bleeding and pulled out the Germolene that she carried everywhere with her for such emergencies. It was the pink germolene with a strong smell that my mum and grandma swore by for every single skin ailment! You would never catch them without it! Unfortunately because I did it on holiday and later went in the sea when it was a bit more healed up and not stinging, I got a lovely scar left behind, right down the back of both legs!
My scar story is when I was about 3 or 4 years old, I was sat on the end of a table & fell off banging my chin. Needed stitches so still have a scar.
Already on crutches from a fall I go to the illuminations switch on in Blackpool and get to meet Boyzone who at the time I was a huge fan of!! What do I do? I fall flat on my face in front of Ronan and end up biting my lip and I don’t mean it an attractive way but a tooth through lip blood everywhere me spread eagled on crutches!!! I still cringe now!
My daughter thought heelies would be good fun around a farm yard (why do they never listen!), after a very badly ripped pair of trousers and badly ripped up knee (attended to by a very kind mum with a first aid kit) the first thing my daughter did when she got home was to put the heelies straight into the bin.
When i was 18 months old I took a bottle that was on the side, my mum had just made a bottle with hot water I split it all down me had to go hospital for 3 days I have a scar across my chest and some patches on my arm, that will teach me for being an eager beaver.
so the reason I hate ironing and do as less as i possibly can is because being the domestic goddess that i am i tried to help my mum with her ironing when i was approx 6 years old.
She was ironing i was on the sofa watching tv she turned popped literally around the door frame to get some more water for the steam iron and i saw my chance….I was there in a flash, ironing for my mum, although i didnt iron any clothing….i ironed my wrist!!! i remember my skin melting and screaming my mum was there in a flash, i remember eating a banana to cheer me up, whilst my mum wiped my flesh off the iron….how times have changed, today a child would have probably been given money, sweets, more time on the xbox followed by an overnight stay in hospital…those days we just dealt with it and moved on!!!
My scar story involves ice, steps and a very sore head! One cold December afternoon I was busy tidying up and went to put rubbish in the bin when wheek! my foot slid on the step and I ended up cracking my head on the steps. Ouch! Indian rain dance quickly followed in the garden, hoping nobody had noticed my less than graceful fall, then I looked at my hand…blood! I hate blood! My 2 year old son was in the living room completely oblivious to the drama, I made an anxious phone call to my parents and then to nhs 24 who advised me to head to Wishaw General. Thankfully my cousin came to my rescue and took me to hospital. 6 staples later in the back of my head and I was heading home for a very long night of drifting to sleep and my dad periodically waking me up again to check I was okay, and drifting and checking and drifting and checking…If that wasn’t bad enough a few days later I fell down the stairs in the house and tore the ligaments in my ankle….my doctor offered to wrap me up in cotton wool!
My best friend of 26 years had a bed settee when we were kids in her bedroom. I always stayed at hers weekends and I remember putting my arm down the side of the mattress after something and cutting my wrist a bit. Bearing in mind this was about 20 years ago and I still have the small scar. Every time I see it I think fondly of our childhood together 🙂
I’m a postie & have a few work related scars. On my left forearm, I have a scar from when a dog at a farm on my round grabbed hold of me. On my right forearm, I have 3 scars where a dog bit my arm, wouldn’t let go & pulled me to the ground. On my right thigh, I have a scar from when a guard dog got loose & went for me. (The only time ever he got loose, I happened to walk up the drive!) And on my torso I have a new scar, because a guy with an absolutely psychotic collie dog wanted it to say hello to me! I love dogs! 🙂
I was playing in the garden when I was about 5 when it started to rain and thunderstorm, I was terrified of storms so ran into the kitchen slipped on the wet floor and caught my head very close to my eye on the edge of a cupboard as I fell, off to A & E for stitches, still have a scar
As a child I was very much into horses and ponies… horse riding was my favourite hobby. One day when I was 6, there was a new horse at the stables. I asked one of the older girls to pick me up to see over the stable door at the new pony. Unfortunately, he charged at me and bit me on the face pretty badly. I needed emergency reconstructive surgery and thankfully although I have a scar, it is now difficult to notice. Although it was definitely the end to horse riding for fun!
I once stupidly opened the car door & accidently caught my daughter head. She got a deep cut on her eyebrow which resulting in a scar that is still there 8 years later. I still feel guilty now!
I have a scar at the corner of mouth. When I was a kid I was running round the corner at school unbeknown to me Neil bridges was also running round the corner towards me. We bumped into each other and I bit into his head and through my lip. Thankfully no stitches but I rarely run anywhere these days!! Lol
I have a scar on my head from birth as the doctors said I needed to to be born via ceasarean but were wrong and cut my head.