| Like all normal hyperactive growing boys, Tim and I did our share of dangerous things, which looking back from an adult perspective, make us cringe thinking how dangerous some of the things we did were! I will relate later stories of some of the really risky things we did that will have the reader (and us) wondering how we ever came out alive and/or uninjured! This example is one of more innocuous things we used to do. We had a dart board on our bed room wall with more holes from darts in the wall than on the board. Over a period of time we collected several additional darts. Our favorites were English Pub types that had big wooden shafts, a large sharp point, and real feathers. We would take all the dozen or so darts in one hand and throw them all at once at the board (or wall, or any other target of opportunity) in what we called "the shotgun". Once and a while we would have "dart fights" and rarely "got nailed" due to our great agility at that tender young age. However, on one occasion, my aim was very good (even a blind hog finds an ear of corn now and then), and I "nailed" Tim right in the chest with a dart and it stuck right in him! Yeah... another scar caused by me. At least this one was very small and barely noticeable! |
