Tell me about how you got your best scar?

When I was 5 years old, I loved to ride my bike. It was a blue huffy with black flames, a horn, big knobby tires, and, unfortunately, training wheels. Despite the extra wheels, I still loved my bike! Then my older brother Chris got a new bike for his birthday that totally eclipsed my own. His was fire engine red, twice as big, a headlamp instead of a horn, and no training wheels! I wanted to ride it really bad, but I couldn't quite reach the pedals, and he didn't want me to borrow it anyway. Then one day I snuck into the garage and pulled it out to ride while my brother wasn't home. It was amazing! I went up the street faster than I ever had on my own, barely reaching the pedals on my tippy toes without sitting on the seat, and turned around to come back. On the way back I was looking down at my feet instead of watching where I was going and I ran straight into a large rock that the neighbors were using for landscaping. The big red bike stopped on a dime and I went flying over the handlebars, over the rock, and head first into the sidewalk! My mushroom shaped helmet cracked right down the middle and my forehead hit the cement hard! I laid there in shock for a few seconds, then realized that I was bleeding all over the place. I ran into the house yelling for my mom, trying to stop the bleeding with my t-shirt. Mom drove our station wagon really fast that day...and at the emergency room I got 16 stitches into my forehead with a hook shaped scar. It is pretty faint now, but you can still see a little pink scar right in the center of my forehead.