Sticks and stones....well stones mostly....
Primary school, a while before my 10th birthday. During lunchtime one day a group of 4 boys decided to throw stones at me, I went and told the dinner lady, she told them off, they waited a bit then started up again. As I was walking away from them a particularly accurate throw by one bounced off the back of my brain case. The red mist rapidly decended, I picked up a stone and hurled it with all my might at the boy in the centre of the group. It was a beautiful throw (although in hindsight a vastly stupid thing to do) and it hit him square in the middle of the forehead. He keeled over backwards and lay on the ground with his eyes spinning in opposite directions and blood running from a cut on his head. No permanent damage done, but of course they denied they had provoked me and (despite testimony from the dinner lady that they had been throwing stones at me earlier) I received the full weight of the punishment.

Thankfully my dad believed me when I told him what had really happened.
(repooc, Fri 9 Sep 2011, 14:34, 1 reply)

Are you Jesus?
Between the stone-throwing and mentioning it to your Dad and all.
( Bats, Fri 9 Sep 2011, 17:31, closed)