Ouch, I know that feeling. No scars, but I had a wonderful bike experience. I rode around some pedestrians who were on the sidewalk. I took the grass. This was at night, and one part of the grass happened to be about a foot deeper than the rest.

My bike stopped dead.
I kept going.

I landed, with my full 200 lbs of weight, entirely on my face. That was seriously the first part of my body to hit the ground.

My front wheel was bent about 40 degrees. My face was covered in cuts and bruises and I didn't go out for a week (I was shy).

What a great thing to happen the first week of your freshman year of college. Sigh...