I'll start: I have a scar on my right foot. My brother sliced a can lid across it. I have a scar on my stomach. I was air popping popcorn and a hot kernal flew down the neck of my nightshirt. I have scars on the inside of my right thigh (above the knee) and on my left buttcheek from when I accidentally stabbed myself with sharp pencils. . . . . well, technically I fell out of my desk chair and landed on my pencil cup so I was impaled, I didn't stab myself that time.