One bulbous, ugly scar where no trauma can be remembered occurring (upper left arm). Honestly, I don't know what happened, or when, and neither do my parents.

One nice, even two-inch line across my right bicep - I tell people I was in a knife fight without a knife, but really a dog jumped up and hadn't had his claws trimmed in a bit.

Half-inch scar across the tip of my right middle finger - I probably nearly took my finger off when I got it stuck under a seed-counting machine as it was being slid across a table.

The last scar, I'm not telling you about, and you'll never see it.