when I was 10-ish I was playing with a hatchet, and put a good slice in my thumb starting at the top edge of the thumb-nail and going across the top of my thumb, and made a nice little flap of skin and lots of blood.
It was just 4 stitches, but the fun part was we were camping and had to drive a ways to a hospital. But to make the story better as we arrived at the ER there was a drunk loud guy with fresh stitches on his head. He was cursing with words I did not know at the time, and was in handcuffs with a cop on each side. So lucky little me got the same doctor and who just stitched up this guy and he kinda took out his frustration on me. Good times. Good times.