Speaking of stories and memories? How about scars? I have a few, I was thinking about how I got some of them and I laughed my ass off. A lot of memories come when you look up some scars. Who else feels this way?
Yeah, I've heard a bunch of great scar stories. I don't have any, so there are no stories, sadly.
I have plenty.
1. small scar half an inch long - my brother attacked me with a knife (or at least that's what my bro and I think what happened) we got in an argument, and ended up in a fight that lasted around 30 minutes, that is until the cops showed, and my bro and I broke out laughing when they arrived. Only then we realized that i was bleeding from my hand. The police must've thought we were insane. 
2. large round shaped scar on the side of left knee. I got that from sliding down a cliff. Took around 3 years to "fully" heal, it was black and gray for about 2 and half years. I think it was because the scar was right top of the joint, not much muscle there, and it was always in motion, that it too so long to fully heal. :rock:
3. short think scar on top of left knee. now this was a good story. We were on one of our summer boating trips along the west cost of Canada. We had sailed into fjords of Desolation Sound, and found a comfortable little cove to drop anchor in and say the night. It was 3 am, and my family and I were all sleep in our sleeping bags. My dad who was half a sleep and half on watch, realized at one point that the anchor had come loose and we were adrift. Naturally he woke us all up, and everyone rushed to their stations. My bro to the stern to pull up the dingy, my mom to secure everything in the cabin and put the beds away. My dad naturally was at the helm of the ship starting the motor. Meanwhile I had to honors of climbing to the bow to pull up the anchor. (now for those landlubbers who don't nothing about sailing, a fjord is very narrow and very deep. As such we had to let out a lot of chain for the anchor and it was imperative that boat did not drift too far, as we were 500 meters starboard of the rock hard face of the mountain.) So I climb out the forward hatch which was covered in dew, and was very slippery. I made my way to the anchor, where I had to pull the anchor in with help of a mini winch. It took about 15 minutes to finally pull the entire anchor in, It was very deep and we had used a lot of chain. When I was done I returned to the helm to talk to my dad, only then did I realize that I was bleeding from my knee. Some how I had managed to gash open my knee. I think it was when I climbed out of the hatch, but we'll never really know. 
I have plenty of random scars.... can't really count them all...