Hm. Scars? Got a lot of them. The highlights:
As a kid?
-1/2" triskelion shaped scar on left eyebrow from when my sister whacked me in the face with a garden hose.
-two 1/4" scars on right cheek from when I got hit in the face by the claw end of a hammer as a kid.
-scar on the bottom of my left foot from when I stepped on the blade of a crowbar and ripped my foot open heel to toe.
-small scars on my lower back where I got shot with a rocksalt shotgun round for trespassing (maybe non-fatal, but man did that sting).
As a teen/adult?
-branching scar running from the first knuckle to the second knuckle on my right forefinger. I played American football up through High School, and in one game, I hit this kid on the helmet, which had a screw slightly undone, and he had sharpened the edge with a metal file.
-numerous small scars on my knuckles, both from hitting people as well as surgeries to remove bonechips from my knuckles.
-5" scar on my left hip from hip surgery from the injury that ended my playing days.
-14" scar running down from my left deltiod from where they had to insert a rod and plates to repair the humerus that I shattered snowboarding.
-2.5" scar on my right pectoral muscle from when a psycho girlfriend stabbed me upon learning that she had just earned the distinction of the 'ex-' prefix.
Like I said, I got a lot of scars. I love them-- they are your history written in collagen upon the canvas of your skin.