I cut my pinky off on purpose (Score 1)

One day when I was 4 years old, I was sailing with my Dad on Tomales Bay, pondering this very question: if I had to lose one finger, which would it be? I decided the right pinky was the most expendable. When my Dad opened the heavy wooden hatch on my left in order to inspect the gas tank, I slyly reached across and positioned the tip of my right pinky over the edge, then looked in the other direction. When he dropped the hatch...WHACK! No pain. I looked back to see my finger disappearing flatly into a tiny crack. I'm a guitar player nowadays and thank my lucky stars for that "wise" decision.