I started thinking about the odd accidents that have happened to my fingers, for some reason. It started (as far as I remember) with being bitten by a swan when I was a toddler. Then my brother ran over my hand with a push lawnmower not exactly - but close (doctor sewed the end of my finger on again), then I was bitten by a rabbit, once a horse I was riding fell and stepped on my fingers (my finger ends burst like grapes - heh - was painful riding home), cut my thumb badly* requiring stitches twice, broke a bone in my hand (longways), cut my hand** requiring stitches (was rather exciting driving whilst bleeding a puddle), I was bitten by a kangaroo once whilst on a sailing trip in Oz with my bro... once I fell backwards off the porch and smashed a finger joint on a plantpot - that hurt. I've left some out, I think. Only the most memorable ones make the list.

When Caitlin was little my niece Anji sent me a paper that had her own handprint in paint with Caitlin's handprint on top. I compared and mine was very similar to Anji's. Although my sisters have little pointy-fingered girly hands I have more spatulate fingers and what always looked like boys' hands to me. Very useful hands.

*once at my second job as a teenager, and I had to go to my stupid supervisor's boss to get taken to a doctor (8 stitches), once with a machete.
**when I went to my mother's house to find she'd had a party and I was cleaning her house for her - haha - washing a glass and it did a nice artery (or anyway it did a pulsing squirt) cut.