6 inch gash in my forearm, kife fight.*

* bike accident, but it really does look knifeish. ;o)

I assume you mean a literal, physical scar on the body.

For me, it's a crescent-shaped scar on my leg, about the size of -- well, about the size of a car exhaust pipe. You probably see where this is going, don't you? I was unloading groceries from the car, and my leg brushed up against the still-quite-hot exhaust pipe. It was a pretty bad burn -- for context, this was years ago.

I was in a bad car accident as a kid so both my knees are covered in scars, I have a scar half the length of my forearm, and my left hand is covered in them. A doctor told me when I was 12, that I might not mind them now, but if I didn't get them removed when I was older boys wouldn't like me.
I kept them, and you know what.. guys thought they were hot, original, showed how BA I am to have gone through something like that and be ok.

Not all scars are physical.
When I was 18 months, my mom had my sister - she got post partum depression. My father was working a lot, and seldom home, we lived far from family and friends so my mom was alone with 2 young kids. I am certain I was told over and over "not now, the baby needs me" and "be quiet, you'll wake the baby".
Mom had 2 more kids soon after, and this apparent favoritism of babies surly was impressed upon me because one of my earliest memories was when baby #4 was born I talked to mom on the phone (she was in the hospital) I was on the floor crying, feeling so unloved because I knew she loved babies more than me.
I rememeber this feeling even now, some 40+ years later.

Many people think a baby is a blessing, but at 18 months old, I was still very needy of my mother as anyone who has an 18 month old only child will know.

Anyhow my biggest scar is that to this day, I hate babies. I feel threatened by them and really do not understand why people are attracted to them so much, when babies are so useless etc. While this may sound like a horrid thing to say, it is a feeling created in me at a very young age, reinforced throughout my early life, and a scar that has only begun to heal as I have aged.

I have a nifty scar from being shot. I was asleep in another room when a hunting rifle discharged in the other room. The bullet went through the wall, through me and through the next wall. I have a small round scar on my back for the entry wound but a deep divot under my front right rib where it came out. I also have an upsidedown L shaped scar on my abdomen (top to bottom) from the surgery to piece everything back together. One of my doctor's told me she hadn't seen a scar like that since she did her residency in Harlem, N.Y.

I was glad to be able to deliver vaginally because I didn't really need any more scars in that area. The good thing about the scars is that I can freak my sister out with them. The scars bother her so I flash her every now and then just for the reaction.

My biggest scar is a 1/4" x 1/2 " pucker on the front near the top of my right thigh.
It looks like a knife wound, which is kind of cool I guess.

Really though, what happened was when I was about 19, I was locked out of my apartment. I slid some glass louvered window panes out of their grooves so that I could get in. One of the glass panes fell and sliced my thigh open, right through my bath robe.