aneverydaystory Readers Share Unbelievable First-Time Stitches Stories

From a Facebook commenterSusana J:

I thought I could jump out the window like Superman. As a kid, I hit the big wooden sill. I shattered the roof of my mouth. I spent months with my mouth wired shut.

From a Facebook commenterTanya H:

At three, I jumped into a lake and hit a shell. It cut my heel open. I needed stitches. Going to my grandma's made it better.

From a Facebook commenterCarol A:

At seven, I grabbed a broken bottle by the neck. I nearly lost my right middle finger. The doctor reattached most of it. I have a crooked, funky scar. I think this made me ambidextrous, but I mostly use my right hand.

From a Facebook commenterShawn B:

[I] kicked something in the basement barefoot. I put a big hole in my foot. I did not know I was hurt until I reached the top of the stairs and saw the blood. My Mom worked at a hospital, so we got there fast and got me stitched up. The worst part was the shots to numb the injury before they stitched it. I still do not know what I kicked.

From a Facebook commenterJennifer B:

Halloween in the '80s. A frameless mirror sliced my hand. As a prankster, I took time to convince people I needed the hospital. I panicked seeing the needles and broke the doctor's nose.

From a Facebook commenterLauren D:

I first recall being five. They wrapped me in a sheet to stitch my little finger. Five-year-old me tried to peel potatoes. I still have the scar.

From a Facebook commenterNancy M:

Around four, we ice skated on the concrete patio. I fell and cracked my chin. A friend's dentist brought me to his house. He stitched my chin. I don't have much of a scar, so I think he did well.

From a Facebook commenterPatti K:

Two years old, right before Easter, I fell off a swing. I broke my nose, split my lip, and needed lip stitches.

From a Facebook commenterEllen L:

Mid-1970s. An unsupervised house had many related children. A fight started, and I slammed the front door in my cousin's face! I slammed it hard. My hand went through the glass, and a large shard dangled from my hand. I waited for my dad to come home and take me to the hospital for stitches. I still have a 'J' shaped scar under my right index finger.

From a Facebook commenterShannon M:

I got excited and jumped up. As I tried to sit down in the chair, I did not see it had flipped over. The chair leg went into my arm.

From a Facebook commenterMelissa H:

I rode my bike with a flat tire and took a sandy turn too fast. I did not see my elbow bleed until a woman stopped and asked if I was okay. I saw the blood dripping on my pants. Seven stitches fixed my elbow; a big scar looks like an L.

From Facebook commenter Bambi D:

I was about two years old. I stepped on a glass stereo lid on the floor. I still have a light scar from that.

From Facebook commenter Cynthia J:

I fell off a pogo stick with my face down in the driveway. My right front tooth broke off, going straight through my lip! My dad took the pogo stick and threw it in the trash. I let him!

From Facebook commenter Sheryl C:

I was four or five years old in the '60s. I fell forward off my little sister's tricycle. Someone cut my chin open quite well. I got six stitches. I remember it clearly.

From Facebook commenter Debbie N:

I had my wisdom teeth surgically removed at age 21. I was under anesthesia, so I did not know. They used dissolving stitches.