Kris T. Parker has an open call for stories about scars. While I can't support her theory that everybody has a scar near their eye or chin, I can offer my own examples of stitches and disfigured digits.

My only two are both on my left hand. The first  is on my left ring finger. As a two year old, I was sitting on someone's lap in a car when my sister slammed the car door, with my finger in the hinges. My broken finger was splinted, but Mom says I kept pulling the bandages off, so it didn't heal properly. From the hand to the knuckle it's straight, but from knuckle to fingertip it jacknifes to the right. That bent finger is part of the reason I always wore my wedding ring during my marriage - getting it on over the bent knuckle was tough, but getting it off was almost impossible. A fitting analogy, come to think of it.

My left hand also sports a scar where my index finger connects to my hand. I was working  with my school colleagues to build a model of a classroom which kids could play with, complete with small wooden figures of themselves to manipulate in the classroom. The figures were going to be constructed from photos of the children glued to small blocks of wood. I was working with a table saw, for the first time, to cut a long 1 x 2 into the small blocks. After being instructed to lift the saw arm between each cut while I moved the 1 x 2 over, I became impatient. "Why do I have to lift it each time?" I questioned, while I tried moving the wood without lifiting the saw all the way up. The blade connected with my finger, and the resultant cut took seven stitches to close. I pretty much stay away from power tools, now.