Kavekk wrote:
You know, I have two scars. That's pretty badass, right? Irrepressibly so, one might say.
Are we sharing scar stories now?
My worst scar ever came from bursting open my chest.
On the first day of 6th grade (11 years old, for foreigners,) I found my long lost yellow gameboy pocket, with my longer, loster, copy of pokemon blue in it. I was so ridiculously chuffed that I rushed down the stairs to tell my mother, who was in our kitchen. Unbeknown to me, she had just spilled water on the floor, and had turned to answer the phone before cleaning it up. My eager little self, wanting to inform her of the amazing news, rushed into the kitchen, slipped on the water, the torque of which turn me to the right and face down, landing squarely on the point of an opened wooden floor cabinent.
40 stitches, a tetanus shot, a brusied rib, and 5 days of Mario RPG.
Was it worth it? Well you decide, I got the fourth star that day.