A tale of steel and mud!
Aside from my hideous emotional scars, inflicted, as it turns out, by ME. I've got a nice 8" scar on the back of my left leg.
I received it as a child in Sabah (North Borneo). It was the rainy season and it seems I was playing under the house, which like all good houses was raised up on posts to avoid the mud and muck of said rain. Well I slipped in the mud and tore open my leg on a stray strand of barbed wire lurking in the ooze.
Since there was no medical help available, my dad used butterfly bandaging to put it all back together and I was left with a scar that was huge on a five year old. At fifty-one it's still pretty big.
Cool, eh?