@oralloy,
Yeah, when I was 5, I went through a newly installed window and had a great gashing (or so I thought at the time) scar on my forehead. Worse was the great guilt and responsibility I felt for cracking through it (it was in their living room, of all places). But the scar is next to nothing. Of course, it has been several decades.
And my mother had keloid scars from a house fire, and nearly 50 years later you can still see them but they're not the ropes they used to be.
How did you happen to get scarred?