i think i might be a disgrace, close second to my dad for dumbest things to get scars from

most memorable:
around sixth grade, we had a high 6 foot picket fence, went to jump over get a ball, the picket broke as i used it for leverage to jump, flipped over the fence onto a leaf pile. ok alright, im ok i thought. walked around the yard (not over the fence this time learned my lesson), oh man, my leg feels wierd. big cut, ok no biggie, just a cut. um, wait a minute, theres like a knot, hard part, near the wound. so i went to ER, doctor pulled out about 3 inches of splinter from my leg.

2 or 3 weeks later, im playing around with my leg at 6th grade play rehersal, pushing around on the wound, another piece pops out! another 2 inches.

mom still has the vile that holds those splinters