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This is actually the earliest memory I have. I was two years old, and my grandparents were visiting. They had a glass jar of coffee beans for reasons I can't recall. When they left, they let me carry it to their car. I tripped on the sidewalk and shattered the jar, and the glass cut my skin in several places. To this day I have a small lightning-shaped scar on my right index finger. At one point I got a mirroring one on my left finger, but I don't know how that got there.