No scar, no score!
When I was five, we were at the pool at an amusement park when I decided to be a big boy and go down the slide into the pool.
(My parents were big proponents of the free-range parenting style and assumed that I'd be fine on my own, and that if something did happen, someone would come to tell them I was dead, lol.)
Apparently I wasn't as big a boy as I thought, because I got scared and turned around to climb back down the ladder on the slide...
Which is when I slipped, and fell headfirst fifteen feet down onto the concrete sidewalk. If my foot hadn't caught on the top step of the ladder and slowed my fall a bit, I probably would have broken my neck.
And yet, as many times as my mother told that story before she passed, I never once ever heard anything about going to the hospital, receiving medical treatment, or even leaving the park.