Hi everyone, Who doesn't have scars? My first memorable one was given to me by my sister June. I was a 4 yo & had just come home from school Gran was in the back garden & June was playing. I had asked Gran if I could go back out to play, with the permission granted. I walked towards the back door and as I passed the chopping block I placed my left little finger on the edge of it just as June brought the ax down on it- my finger- right at the base of my finger. Luckily she was only a 2 yo so not as much strength as there might have been. She only went to the bone not through it. But it sure bled a lot. Gran just washed and bandaged it & said I would die after it! The scar remains to this day. My second memorable scar was obtained when we lived in Oxford. We - my brother Norman, June and friend Hilary decided we wanted to build a tree house. We had found an old sheet of corrugated iron that we thought would make an ideal floor for the house. Being the tallest & strongest I was elected to go up the tree & the others would pass the sheet to me. I braced my back against the trunk of the tree and set each foot on a couple of different branches for added leverage. The others passed the sheet up to me, all was going well until the sheet caught on something as I tried to turn it around - I lost my grip it slid to the ground slicing a 3 inch cut through my leg just below my right knee. Of course in those days we were supposed to be tough so I just took a hankie out of my pocket wrapped it around the cut and went on with what we were doing. Several days later I was limping and was about to jump in the pool at Temple Cowley for a school swimming lesson. The teacher wanted to know why I was limping. When she saw the green junk draining out of my leg she sent me to the school nurse, who in turn sent me to a special school clinic in the city of Oxford. There they placed Kaolin poultice on it to get it to draw the junk out and bandaged it up. I had to go down to the clinic daily for about 2 weeks for the same treatment until the junk stopped draining from it. I was told I could have lost my leg! Of course this was before antibiotics. Oh! so tough we were, needless to say I have the scar to remind me. So there are my most memorable ones. Dawn