I lied for 10 years about getting stabbed under a bridge.
I had a large mole removed from my neck/shoulder/upper collarbone area as a teenager. The same day of the procedure, I went to a concert and tore the stitches. The wound opened and it ended up leaving a nasty, Fight Club "kiss the hand" looking scar.
I hitch hiked around the country in my early 20s and spent the rest of my 20s in deep addiction and on and off the street.
When anyone asked me what my scar was from, I told them that it was a scar from being stabbed while I was sleeping under a bridge in Calgary.
I even told this to boyfriends and best friends and everyone you shouldn't normally lie to.
In fact, I think this is the first time Ive ever told anyone that I actually had a mole removed. I was never stabbed. I never had to fight for my life. I used my intuition to get out of tight spots on the street and ive never even been in a fight or attacked. Im a 120 lbs and blonde, so one would think that would have happened atleast once while hitchiking multiple times across the country, which is the truth. But it never did.