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<blockquote data-quote="BFE" data-source="post: 1820103" data-attributes="member: 28532"><p>Pocket knives. I remember getting one for Christmas around 7-8 years old. Cut myself within an hour. </p><p></p><p>Fireworks . My little brother and his friend were shooting bottle rockets at me from the barn loft, I stuck a rocket down the barrel of a BB gun to aim better and nailed brother in the head with it. They had stacked straw bales up in the opening to where there was only a foot or two left open so a head shot was inevitable. It's a wonder we didn't burn the barn down. We also had large scale bottle rocket wars, you always wanted to get them close, light a Saturn missile battery and kick it over towards them. That was like artillery. Roman candles were like grenade launchers. </p><p></p><p>Of course BB guns. The same brother mentioned above shot my glasses lense out one time. I was in jr college at the time, he was in high school. A friend shot him in the nose, brother was in the second story of an old house and the buddy was below him, shot through a hole in the floor. He had to pick it out with a needle. </p><p></p><p>Shotguns. When you're 14 and the doves ain't flying, your brothers/pals at the other end of a forty look like an opportunity to have some fun. Birdshot raining down on you don't really hurt you but it does sting.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BFE, post: 1820103, member: 28532"] Pocket knives. I remember getting one for Christmas around 7-8 years old. Cut myself within an hour. Fireworks . My little brother and his friend were shooting bottle rockets at me from the barn loft, I stuck a rocket down the barrel of a BB gun to aim better and nailed brother in the head with it. They had stacked straw bales up in the opening to where there was only a foot or two left open so a head shot was inevitable. It’s a wonder we didn’t burn the barn down. We also had large scale bottle rocket wars, you always wanted to get them close, light a Saturn missile battery and kick it over towards them. That was like artillery. Roman candles were like grenade launchers. Of course BB guns. The same brother mentioned above shot my glasses lense out one time. I was in jr college at the time, he was in high school. A friend shot him in the nose, brother was in the second story of an old house and the buddy was below him, shot through a hole in the floor. He had to pick it out with a needle. Shotguns. When you’re 14 and the doves ain’t flying, your brothers/pals at the other end of a forty look like an opportunity to have some fun. Birdshot raining down on you don’t really hurt you but it does sting. [/QUOTE]
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