Scar stories

I've got a little scar on my right eyebrow.
Luckily, you can't really see it unless you look really hard, but it's there!

When I was maybe three or four, I used to go to kindergarten.
One day I was playing and running around when I tripped and fell over.
As I fell, I hit my head on the corner of a table and cut my eyebrow open.
There was blood everywhere.

I had to go to hospital and have stitches - maybe four or five - and they shaved my eyebrow off as well, so I must've looked quite strange for a couple of weeks.

I've also got a scar on my shin - the bone between the ankle and the knee, the one you protect when you're playing football by wearing special pads. This wasn't a football accident, though. It's more stupid than that!

When I was 18 or 19, some friends of mine and me had been to the pub and had quite a few drinks and we were walking home. Anyway, for some stupid reason, I decided to try and kick a metal gate, but as I jumped up to kick the gate, I slipped and my foot missed the gate and I slipped right under the metal bar at the bottom of the gate and took all the skin off my shin. It was really, really painful. I had to go to hospital because I was bleeding quite heavily. I didn't need stitches, but they had to clean the wound up - to stop it getting infected. Ouch!