OK, I know phil has one to share.
Here is mine. Living on the approach path of JFK in the early 80s. It was a nice summer day.
I had leaned my bike up against the fence and stood atop the bike, to peer over the fence to get a better view of Concorde.(and he wonders why his son climbs shelves and swings from chandeliers.)
While watching planes come in, I guess I got excited and lost my footing on the bike. The bike gave out from under me. I was left hanging on the fence, the metal protrusions on the fence now stabbing me in my arm pit.
I dont recall pain but more shock and fear as I was drenched in blood.
Stitched up at Jamaica hospital.
If you look closely, I still have the scar.
So I have a Concorde scar.
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