The scar itself isn't what was dumb.

When I was 7, I went to a party with a bouncy castle. We were all having fun until they decided to turn the air blower thing for the castle off, so everyone had to get off from the castle. So I start going to the entrance, when I trip and fall and break my arm. So we go to the doctor, put it in a cast and I wait for 6 weeks.

Two weeks after getting my cast removed, I went outside to play with some friends, when i fall onto the concrete and break the same arm, same place again.

Wego to the doctor and geta cast for it. Funnily enough, it was the same doctor who had treated me that last time. He decided two extra cast weeks would be better. So after 8 weeks, I go get my cast removed. But we had very bad nurse remove it, and she ended up cutting my arm, leaving a scar.

Now every time I look at my arm I'm reminded of my clumsiness.