This post was inspired by Dina's ( http://ilovejewfood.blogspot.com ) ((I'd link it through the word "Dina" but I dunno how...)) post on scars so I dont want anyone thinking I'm stealing ideas here or starting memes. Stupid laffy taffy...
So Im in camp munk like 10 years ago and were in the middle of a baseball game. Im stuck out in center, but like deep out. Anyway someone obviously made a call that someone else didnt like because the entire infield is conferring on the mound. Rather then coe in to see what all the fuss is about I stay out in deep center. Anyway, me and the leftefielder (Yanky S.) decide to be intelligent and have a rock catch. We were using baseball gloves of course. At first all is good. We chuck a few back and forth and shoot the breeze. Then someone (probably me) decides to throw some high ones. Yanky throws this really high one and i run under it, but lose it in the sun glare. BOOM! smack down on my face. So i reach up to see if i smacked anything and my hand comes down all bloody. Now, it feels like it hit my nose, so i reach up to my nose with the other hand and that one comes bloody too. So i grab some leaves, plug my nose and tell my counselor I have a nosebleed and need to go to the bunk. He looks at me funny, says I should go to the infirmary but I dont listen and go back to the bunk. I get to the bunk, take out the leaves and they are clean. Now im confused so i look in the mirror and see this massive gash on my upper lip. To test it out, I check if I can get my tongue through it and, lo and behold, I can! So I go to the infirmary, leave camp for the night and get the stitches. I still, to this day, swear that I got it in a knitting needle fight with my brother.
P.S. the scar is awesome cuz it looks like an underlined X so I say its my initial and I had it done by a pro.
My others car isnt as cool. I was kneeling at the lockers in the top floor room of YTT (the lockers in that particular room are stacked, with one row on top f the other) when my classmate (David B.) opens his locker into my forehead. yay. I went to the office, but they dont have any of those big bandages so they gave me a big gauze patch and I held it in place while the secretary wrapped gauze around my head to hold it. I took a cab home and my mom nearly freaked cuz I looked like I had massive brain trauma from the gauze headdress. It was funny.
P.S. the gauze part is true, but the story of how I got that scar is entirely made up. Its almost infinitely more embarassing then my rock-scar story so dont even ask me to tell it. It goes to the grave with me and anyone else who was at the lockers at that particular moment in time :P