I have a scar on the outside of my right pinky finger. And that story is funny... but painful at the time.
When I was 9 and Rachel was 7, we were playing in the basement of our old house. We had gotten kind of silly... shocking I know... and were having a ton of fun. Rachel picked up a pair of scissors and open and shut them at me!!! I asked her to stop and she did and turned around. I then snuck up behind her and tickled her. Little did I know that she still had the scissors open and she ripped them through my finger. I didn't get stiches, but I probably needed them. That scar is probably my most obvious.
And that is my story.