Darts'o'death
Aged about 10 and 8, my sister and I were playing "human dartboards", where you stand against a door and try to just miss each other with thrown darts. Hours of fun.

I had done pretty well, but when it was my turn to stand against the door, I realised that (a) my sister doesn't actually like me very much, (b) I've got two years worth of extra coordination and (c) she throws like a girl.

First dart comes straight toward me. I duck and get the dart squarely in the middle of the forehead. Luckily, the tip of the dart is no match for my concrete cranium and it bounces off with only minor damage.

If I hadn't ducked, it would have gone through my throat and I probably wouldn't be posting here.

To be fair, though, I did encourage her to jump off the outhouse roof, and to pick up capacitors charged up with 400 volts, so it wasn't all one sided.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 17:15, Reply)