From a similar thread 2 years ago...
I have what looks like a mole on my left hand. It's actually a scar from the time my dad told me to go haul a tree branch he'd cut down to the curb. As soon as I picked up the branch I got nailed by a hornet of some sort that emerged from a well hidden nest. In retrospect, I'm pretty sure my dad was chased into the house by the same hornet. I doubt he lost any sleep over it.
Next to the hornet scar is a small mark put there by a friend I've known since high school. He's an odd, but amusing guy who challenged me to a game of "mercy" when we were in our 20s. I've always been stronger than I looked and had no trouble holding him off. He got mad that he couldn't beat me and dug his fingernail into the back of my hand drawing blood. He and I are still close friends today.
On my left thumb next to the "mercy" scar is one I got working on my VW beetle. While driving home from a movie with my closest female friend from high school, the car sputtered while on the highway. I dove for the exit ramp. We coasted up the hill, the light turned green and we coasted around the corner and into a gas station. The distributor gear was stripped. While loosening the adjusting nut my hand slipped and some pointy part left a divot on the back of my thumb. She and I never officially dated, but were best of friends. We're still in touch today, though she has a fairly arrogant and jealous hubby so we rarely talk. We had lunch when I went back to Atlanta for my class reunion. The hubby called in the middle of lunch... could hear him on the phone... "You're still at the restaurant???" I hope that if they ever go their separate ways that the next guy won't feel threatened by her staying in touch with an old friend.
My right rib cage has a small dark spot on the side. Looks pretty much like a dark mole, but it's really a "graphite tattoo," as one doctor called it. When I was a kid, my brother who was 10 years my senior and I were pretending to sword fight with pencils. He lunged I took the pencil in my hand and pretended to have been stabbed. Then I fell to the ground, landing firmly on the pencil! I rolled over and the pencil was sticking straight up! I pulled it out and it bled just a bit. Never told the parents as we both would have been in big trouble. This brother would ask me to come along when he had a movie date with his girlfriend. I remember thinking how cool as I got to see movies my parents would never have gone to see. This brother also got me started with cars, Porsches, and Seikos. He died of a heart attack in his sleep at age 49 - about ten years ago. My dermatologist said he could remove the spot pretty easily. No thanks. I like it right where it is.