Some people have cool scars.
I have ugly scars.
Two days after I got home from my freshman year in college, my mom was going to Puerto Rico and I was supposed to drive her to the airport to catch her 8:00 a.m. flight. Stupidly, I stayed up until about 2 a.m. the night before with some friends from high school, so when my alarm went off at around 5:30 a.m., I was not exactly feeling wide awake.
I've always had trouble with dizziness and feeling sick to my stomach in the morning, so it wasn't unusual that I felt lousy that morning.
My bedroom at my parents' house is downstairs, right off the living room, and as I walked from my bedroom to the kitchen, I started feeling really dizzy. And then I passed out right into the fireplace. Our fireplace had a raised hearth made of tile that came to a sharp lip and I hit it with my shoulder. It cut right through my shirt and into my shoulder so cleanly that there was hardly any blood. Just a big freaking gash.
One trip to the ER, ten stitches, and three months later, I had this lovely reminder of the summer after my freshman year.
Anyone else got cool or ugly scars? Or at least a better story than being an anemic wimp who can't stay standing?