Eh, I figure mine give me character. Well, ok, the chicken pox scar above my eyebrow maybe not, but the others are various levels of interesting.
I have one on the top of my head from where I hit Margo Schreiber's teeth while she was pushing me on the swing. I have one on my upper lip from where I fell while running home (faceplanted on the sidewalk, put my bottom teeth through my upper lip). I have one on my inner arm from a dog bite, I have one on my other inner arm from a hot cookie sheet. I have a teeny tiny one that you can't really see, can only feel on my finger from a snake bite.
A few more here and there. Hard to go through life without getting at least a few scars.