When I was 15 or so, I went on a boy's scout trip out west. I came upon some historical trinket. I took it to hand over to a museum, however the local gang had other ideas. They ended up chasing me. I threw the hammer down, but it wasn't enough, they caught up with me.
Somehow I ended up face-to-face with a lion! I used a whip to try to detract it, but it ended up hitting me on the chin. Had a scar there ever since!