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09 May 2007
Why do so many people have a little crescent-shaped scar next to their left eye?
Is the 'crescent shape' pretty much the same in the cases you've seen? How big a scar? Aren't many scars vaguely crescent shaped? I ask because my son has a scar near his eye (don't remember if it's left or right side) from an unfortunate meeting with a glass-topped coffe table when he was younger. It's not distinctly a crescent, but I could see it being described as such.
Holy crap. I've got one. Weird. I got it when I was chasing my friend in kindergarten class because he had my jacket. I tripped and smacked my face on the corner of the metal desk. It swelled up so much I remember running in PE during the following week and seeing my face bounce up and down under my eye.
I have one, *under* my left eye, where I got kicked by a tap-shoe, playing follow the leader. It's mostly faded and can only be seen in certain lights. I call it my "Bad Seed" scar. My sister has one (I don't recall which eye) from chicken pox, but it's more circular.
My guess is its a turn-your-head reflex when something is coming at your face (I know I would turn my head to the right,) crescent-shaped because its not stitched and there's a gap, plus little kids pick at wounds, probably more so if they are self-consious about a visible one.
I have one. Met the corner of a nightstand head-first while playing in my best friend's bedroom at the age of six.
The only people who ever notice it are guys I date, for some reason.
I have one! I came running in from the backyard swimming pool when I was six or seven, and my feet were wet, so I slipped and almost put my eye out on the edge of a table. I had to get stitches. I didn't realize it was so common!
I have one! I was five. My parents were discarding a mattress and set it on the front porch, pending pickup. They expressly told me not to jump on the mattress. At the earliest opportunity I climbed on the porch rail and jumped on the mattress. And missed. And slashed my head open with a combination of wrought iron porch rail and concrete footing.
I'll always remember this, because they gave me a head X-ray. The doctor asked "Do you want to see a picture of your skull?" And my inner response: nnnnnnnoooooooooo the horrrrrrror...
My ex-husband had the best toddler facial scar story, related to his mother making rum cookies when he was 4 and giving him a droplet of rum from an eydropper every time she reached the cookie at the end of each row. But it wasn't next to his eye, it was on his forehead.
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