Who didn’t know this? :)
LOL!
I’ve had some really righteous injuries in my life and not a single scar, anywhere.
A horse knocked me flat, ran over me and literally sheared off the top of my right hand and ankle bone...and they grew back.
As a kid, I nearly severed fingertips doing wonderfully stupid things, got awful gashes that I never had stitched and now I can’t really recall where they all were because *no scars*.
[apparently you cannot carve iron slag with a serrated steak knife but you can sever the web between your thumb and forefinger]
This is a horrible but funny “ya had to be there” story.
I was sitting on my horse in the back yard, fixing to go riding and he had his had down, nibbling grass.
*Just* as I bent forward to gather his reins, he flung his head up.
His big noggin drove my left eye tooth right through my lip, impaling it.
The funny part is my mom, who was looking out the kitchen window when all this happened.
When I grabbed my lip and pulled it down and *off* my eye tooth, blood gushing everywhere, she looked like she was about to faint.
[she’s one of those ladies who blanches, bugs her eyes and puts clenched fists to her cheeks when horrified...wish I’d taken a photo]
I wiped the blood off my chin, waved, smiled and went riding.
For several years, there was a tiny imperfection in my lip line where it split but it’s gone now.
/being slimy has its perks
;)