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I was eight years old, fishing with my dad and uncle in a row boat on a somewhat remote lake. Managed to cut myself pretty good with a filleting knife just below my knee. Granted he was a paramedic for a couple of years, but my dad popped three great big stiches into me. I don't know what he used for the holes, but used some relativly fine mono fishing line as thread. I remember it hurt like hell and I refused to look at it, then frantic rowing and frantic driving.
I ended up with 4 staples in an emergency room later that day, a decent scar but there was no infection. Its a pretty popular story around family gatherings these days.
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