The most interesting scar story I can think of happened when I was about 8 years old. I had finished my meal at McDonald's, so my sister and I went to the play area for a good round of hide and go seek with who ever would join. The style of hide and go seek we grew up playing involved running back to base once the hider thought the coast was clear. It was that time, and so I ran over to base. I thought I wasn't going to quite make it in time before the seeker would tag me, so I tried sliding in (similar to a baseball player sliding to a base). Little did I know, there was a broken tile right in front of base. It caught my left knee and left a large amount of skin barely hanging on. Surprisingly, there wasn't very much blood. A man carried me out to my family's car and we headed to the ER. I ended up getting stitches that look like the state of Oklahoma when a line was drawn across the bottom. McDonald's asked us how much money we wanted, and my mom only asked enough to cover the hospital bill.