I have a collection of scars myself, because I am rather accident prone, like most of us.
So, backwards from most recent to furthest away,
- Cut my index finger open about 1 inch long and 4mm deep or so slicing tomatoes at work (managed to get a write-up for it, dripping blood on food and stuff -.-)
- Fell off a mountain (you know that mountain in Israel where the Israelis committed suicide instead of surrendering to the Romans in ancient times? Yeah, I fell off that mountain). Had a hanging flap of skin on my left forearm, tendon deep or so. Was kinda nasty, but I didn't notice it until someone pointed at me while I was walking away, "HEY, your arm is open!"
- Three days prior, I cut my index finger down the bone when my knife snapped on me while cleaning it.
- Quite a scar on my left big toe from power-washing it. The power-washer was... very strong. Shredded my toe down to the bone... was really pleasant. Blood just gushing and what not.
And, for the kicker!
- I fought a frakking tiger, and it cut me a 7 inch slice down the stomach. Not really, that's just what I tell people. I do have that scar though, because I had to have part of my large intestine removed. And now I have a fake belly-button!