well, when I was five, I produced two BEAUTIFUL scars..... Well, the first time around my mother ran over my foot. I was a small tyke, so when I got out of the car it was like I was out of sight. I guess she didn't see me and she ran clean over it. There is a whole story that also involves diplomacy, since our little desert hospital didn't have the technology to fix this kind of foot injury (I had broken all five metatarsels... it was pretty nasty, they were sticking out the other side of my foot.) so the doctors called up the Egyptian Embassy, asked if I could go to a closer hospital in Port Said.... they said no. So, I got a nice ride to TLV (on morphine) in a helicopter. I ended up getting a huge plethora of pins and needles in my foot.... and a lot of little scars on my foot to show for it.
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