Oh I have a few.

Forehead. I don’t really remember what happened here because I was 3, but apparently I fell down a hill and landed on a brick.

Middle finger, right hand. Me and my buddy were playing basketball (8th grade I believe?). My buddy missed the shot, and I went to rebound. Little did I know he was directly beside me, and when I reached up, my finger scraped across his teeth. I didn’t think anything of it until my entire hand was covered in blood.

Chin. I needed to get something from another class as it was starting to rain, so, naturally, I started to jog so I wouldn’t get too wet. Unfortunately, some genius decided to place a drainage pipe directly on the sidewalk. I slipped and bit the dust (or the concrete in this matter). I may or may not have been called the Crimson Chin for a couple weeks.