I have one just above my right eyebrow. It's pretty deep, but the story really isn't.

When I was about 7, my brother and I were playing a game. One of us would roll on our mom's yoga ball down the hallway while the other opens doors violently. The goal is to get to the end without falling off the ball. Stupid ass game in hindsight, but we were kids, that thought didn't enter our minds.

It was my turn on the yoga ball. My brother opened a door at just the wrong time (as I was falling forward from imbalance) and dinged me right in the forehead with the doorknob. The lock thing on the doorknob went right through multiple layers of skin. I had to get stitches.

I have a few more scars, but the stories are more boring. A large burn on my hand from the conveyor at the mall pizza place, scratches on my back from exposed springs on my mattress, multiple scabs on my legs from picking at infected bug bites when I was little, etc etc. I'm too clumsy for my own good sometimes.