First off, my both hands are covered in scars from a lifetime of carpentry and all kinds of handy work. Doesnt hurt, most of them arent too visible, and they are nice memories. Aah, the time I cut off the tip of my left ring finger with a one-handed axe. Good times.
Really, they are nice memories. Anyone who enjoys the same things I do will probably agree.
On to a bigger scar. When I was about 9, for some reason I was standing on the toilet seat. Then, magically, gravity decided to show up and I fell and hit my head on the sink, so now I have a scar running across. Mind you, it's completely covered up by hair, but still. Damn sinks.
EDIT: and oh yeah, an embarrasingly large number of cuts from playing the skipping-between-the-fingers-with-a-knife game. Whatever it's called.
EDIT EDIT: And then that scar beside my right eyebrow. No idea where that one came from.
EDIT EDIT EDIT: A large cut in my hand from sharpening my father's katana. If one wants to learn, one has to try. And making mistakes is a great way of learning. Just ask my hands.