I have two different scars(or sets of scars) that are really memorable:

The first occurred several years ago during the winter season. My brother and I were out sledding, and we wanted to create a new sled track. We have a decent sized hill, but at the bottom, it drops off steeply and suddenly, and there is a barbed wire fence along the bottom, so we were always very carefully not to go all the way down. My brother thought the steep part of the hill might be fun to go down if we were careful, and I agreed. My brother went first. As you might know, when you create a new sled track, the first couple times you go down are going to be fairly slow, and this was no exception. My brother eased down the steep end of the hill and slowed to a stop, then moved out of the way for me. I was expecting my ride to be just as slow... I was wrong. I shot down the fresh track like a bullet and slammed into the fence. My knee kinda hurt, so I went inside. I couldn't feel the blood because my legs were numb from the cold, but I certainly saw it after taking my snow pants off. My mother almost passed out, and I went to the bathroom to clean up, feeling mildly surprised. My knee had a massive gash in it that probably needed stitches, but instead of seeing a doctor, I just slapped six band-aids on it and called it good.

This second story is technically a bunch of scars, but they were all from the same incident. Earlier this year, after many months of hard work and practice, my school's track team made it to the state championships. I was the third leg of the boys 4x200 relay team. We spent the week before state training in hand-offs and sprinting, and I was feeling ready to medal. Before I knew it, I was standing in position to receive the baton from the second leg runner. He lunged to get the baton into my hand, then I took off, running harder and faster than any other track meet I had participated in. I held my own against the other 3rd-leg runners, but as I approached the last stretch of the race, the anchor leg took off way too early. I tried to pick up my pace, lunged, and ate it right into the track, tearing up both knees, my shoulder, my forearm, and my face. I managed to get the baton off to the anchor leg, then stumbled over to the trainers for some much-needed medical attention, trying to ignore little bits of track embedded in my skin. My shoulder, face, and forearm were pouring blood. My knees weren't so bad, but I struggled to stand up and sit down for a while. For the next two weeks, the afflicted parts of my body strongly resembled ground beef. The scars on my face aren't too horrible, but the ones on my forearm and shoulder are... less not horrible.

Oh.

I have a scar on the underside of my chin from being pushed in 8th grade on the gym floor. It required 5 stitches.

I have three that came from the same incident two years ago. I was longboarding down a steep hill, and got speed wobbles. There was a hump in the road, and I chickened out of going over it and jumped off. I did not make it to the grass unfortunately. I have a scar on my right knee which is thin. The second area is my elbow, and most of it came off. so my whole left elbow is a scar. The last one is a fist sized scar on my hip. :) The one on my knee should've had stitches, but we didn't go to the doctor for it.

I have a couple of floor burn scars that have been there for years, because I dance. I don't think they're going anywhere lol.