I have a bad scar on my left knee that I got when I was in the 7th grade. My brother and I would wait on our front porch for the bus every morning and then rush out to the road to get on. One morning the porch was wet and I slipped, missed the two steps and landed on the concrete walk in front of it. Of course I'm mortified that everyone on the bus saw me and I couldn't act like I was hurt, so I rushed onto the bus and into a seat and cried silently all the way to school. When I got home after school my mom asked me what happened to my jeans (they were ripped up pretty bad). Then the thing got infected and my dad would hit it with the gear shift when we rode in the truck. Took all summer for it to heal.
I also have gall bladder scars. The sugery wasn't bad...it was the allergic reaction I had to the nausea medicine. I was in the ER getting a Benadryl push on midnight of 1/1/2000.
I have scars on my calves from sliding while playing softball in school. Only sissies wear sliding pads, right?
I also have a cleat mark on the other side of the knee mentioned above from playing softball.
I have a lot of others, but I can't remember where/when they came from.