What?

>What?
Hehe, that's probably the best conversation starter I have. When I was 12, the boy next door was obsessed with weapons. So he pounded a spear out of some scrap metal (a pretty good job, actually), and managed through sheer dumb luck to hit me with it while testing how far he could throw it.

Yes, I lived around people who were very strange. I could tell you quite a few amusing stories about my childhood.

That was one seriously screwed up 12 year old.

My best friend, and best man at my wedding, was shot in the neck by his step-brother when he was 9 (his brother being 12 at the time).

Apparently he was asked to stand at the bottom of the garden while his brother, who he idolised (and still does by the way), took aim and fired. Luckily, this being the UK some 20 odd years ago, it was only an air-rifle. Having said that the pellet is still lodged in his neck.

The brother, Bear, went on to lead the local chapter of the Hells Angels equivalent in the area. He's actually a very nice chap, albeit a somewhat twisted and worrying one

When I was around 10-12, my two brothers and I shot each other with acorns and crab apples through our sling shots. We have a hill so we would play "charge the hill", which was meer suicide. The person at the bottom had to run all the way up the hill while being shot at. I remember blooding my brothers face pretty bad one time.. (not that I feel remorseful).... ahh good times.

I always remember playing 'cowboys and indians' in the street when I was around 8 years old. A whole bunch of us would get involved, the indians using very makeshfit bows and arrows.

Makeshift, but effective. The fun stopped on the day that Earton Osman (I have never forgotten his name although I've not seen him for 34 years) got an arrow in his eye. He lost the eye, replaced in typical UK National Health Service fashion at the time with a glass one of a different colour!

Please don't flame me for political incorrectness - this was 34 years ago when kids over here were innocent and just copied the cowboy and indian movies that were shown at the Saturday morning cinema club...

As a kid, I had this tendency of falling down. Either from a bike, or from the rooftop, or off a bed. Whatever. If anyone in my neighborhood heard a kid crying, they could be pretty sure I had fallen. I still have 3 scars on my head to show for it. Ahhh. Memories.

1.) I watch endless hours of Discovery Science
2.) I love to Cook
3.) I love being naked
4.) I have met my Twin Flame
5.) I believe the Mayans

Items 2 and 3 could be dangerous together.

LOL! Indeed