BadNick

I'll post a pic later, but I just checked one of my more memorable scars which is from when I was 10 YEARS OLD and got circumcised. Apparently the doctors way back then were convincing enough that my parents thought I should have that done even though I was obviously not circumcised at birth in Austria. Of course I have very clear memories of the whole event, a two day affair, ether gas tasting horrible, going home the next day with a giant wad of gauze hanging off the end of my good buddy, all stuck on there due to the dried blood; taking a bath and the soaked gauze weighing heavily until it finally fell off and I could see the still raw wounds and "new look". So I have this cute little piece of skin right along the edge where they cut off the hoodie thing, it sort of dangles like a little tongue. The little extra hunk is probably too small to produce any noticeable advantageous effects, but it gives a little boost to my imagination.

Another scarey story, this one not my own scar but one on my older son, now 14 y.o., who is also a testament that the cute little piece skin right along the edge is not a hinderance: I was sitting in the living room reading and could hear my two sons arguing as usual, the younger one is 15 months younger than the older one, and I can hear the tension level rising, so any minute now I'm ready to step in and end it. Just then I hear "oh my god, oh my god look what you did!!!" from my older son just as my younger son runs into the living room with a look of horrific shock on his face. I go into the den and see my son sitting there with a full size fork stuck in his thigh (he had shorts on) with the entire length of the prongs buried into his thigh. He's holding his thigh tightly with both hands and cringing, so I examine the wound and without thinking of the possible consequences I yank the fork out and push my clean handerchief on it as hard as I can to stop any possible bleeding; I yell to my other son the get me a large dish towel so I can make a tourniquet to hold while I drive him to the hospital emergency room. As I apply the tourniquet, I see that the wound is not even bleeding, luckily it didn't hit a vein or artery. Of course at the hospital they asked questions to assure that this was not parental abuse or such, and then they sort of chuckled at my son's story, gave him a tetanus shot, and we went home. He likes to show the four little scar marks in a row were the fork prongs were stuck in his thigh, I think he thinks of it as his stab of honor. Btw, my younger son didn't actually jab the fork into his brother, in anger he threw it from across the room and it just stuck in.

I got a couple more on me but I need a rest from all this typing.