I figure we all got some scarrage to tell, so what the hell.
This could go on forever, but, I got enuf dings to fill a medical file for days. Been stiched up, coma tose, and forgot my memeory more than once,

Incident w/ the wheeled - skating in college, went up a ramp that was designed not for skating, and came down on the side of my head. Lost conciousness. Lost where I was for 8 hours. Or who I was for that matter. Fractured skull in 2 places. Now i know why I get headaches...
Incident on the water - Surfing my favorite (FP) and small but hollow day - enjoying the shit outta it. Casually pull into a small barrel, and no come out. Head over heels, but cruising, ubtil I met the coral head. Busted right orbital, and mega stitches. No conciousness lost, but the stares coming up the beach kinda let me know I was fucked.
Incident w/ the retarded - playing Baseball, fucking around with a plastic ball & bat. On the side was some bro's palying around with a real Bat and ball. Long story short, got smacked in the forehead w/ the real Bat. 47 stiches and 2 metal staples later ----- Good as new!
Point is scars keep on reminding us of the experiences we have been fortunate enuf to have, or unfortunate, but they remind us of what it is like to TRULY BE ALIVE.
Cause if you aint got no scars - you aint been living.
Those with perfect skin - I congratlate you.
Nah.
Stories, Tales, input? Bring it on.
Peace.