The only major scar I have is from when I last moved into the house I reside in now. There were lots of boxes, and a couple of boxcutters to open them with. My mom gave me a boxcutter to open the boxes I had with my stuff and toys, and I was jolly opening all of the boxes in my new room. Except there was this one box that I tried to open by cutting from the outside in. My left wrist happened to be at the corner of the box, and I stabbed it with the boxcutter as I cut down the box. Not pretty. The boxcutter fortunately stabbed right next to a major artery and not on it. Because we were moving into the house, my Mom had to stop the blood with her finger while one of my sisters looked for a bandage in all of the packed stuff. But I was ok after the wound was covered.