h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I have the coolest scar of anyone I know. It runs up the inside of my right arm from almost the wrist, to the shoulder, and spreads down past the collar bone. It's bubbly and two-toned, and kind of resembles a map of some wierd planet. It's a scar from a skin graft, and when people ask how it happened, I usually start by saying that I am extremely, extremely lucky just to be alive to tell them about it, and even more lucky that it's only on my arm. So, it's goes like this....
When I was a wee little thing of just 1 1/2 years, first kid in the family, my immigrant parents decided to try cooking a real traditional Thanksgiving Dinner for the first time. They did all the important things, mashed potatos, gravy and of course a big turkey. My mother was setting the table in the other room, and my dad took the turkey out of the oven and put it on the stove to cool. I then, being the bright thing I was, pulled the whole damn thing down on top of myself. I suffered second and third degree burns over most of my body - face, neck, both arms, torso... My screaming mother burned herself trying to rip off my long-sleeved shirt, which was holding the grease and boiling fat on my arm.
I spent over three months in the hospital, including Christmas and my second birthday, and during that time I had three skin-graft operations. The first two didnt take at all, but the third seemed to be ok. A few months after getting out of the hospital, the scar tissue began to grow, a problems called keloids (sp?). When this starts, it is difficult and sometimes impossible to stop (or was at the time anyway), and the patient has to keep getting the growth surgically removed every few months. In what I sentimentaly consider a miracle, it stopped all by itself, out of the blue, confounding all my doctors.
So, for the next 2-3 years, I wore long-sleeved shirts, always, to protect the scar (not pleasant in the summer!), and for years afterward it continued to itch like a mo********er (skin grafts dont really grow with the rest of your skins, they just stretch, which means as you grow, they ITCH).
The docs said that now I've stopped growing (a while ago really) I can have a cosmetic operation which will leave me with a line instead of my map. I don't want it. Since it happened so long ago, since I dont have any memories of the accident itself (although a few of the hospital), and since it's been a part of me for as long as I've been conscious of who I am, I'm keeping my scar just the way it is. Besides, if I had the operation, I wouldnt have the coolest conversation starter any more