I was a young man eleven or twelve years old living in Missouri. Some friends came to visit my parents and they had a son about my age. We got along well together. I had a dart board and asked him if he would like to play. He said, “yes”. After we had been playing a while, I did something completely out of character for me.

I had retrieved my three darts and was waiting at the starting line. He had just retrieved his own darts and turned to walk back to the starting line. I took a dart lobbed it with a high arch right at him. The dart was headed for his eye. His blink reflex took over just before the dart struck his eyelid. I rushed over to him, unable to believe I would do such a thing.

The dart was stuck in his eyelid and dangled there until he reached up pluck it out. There was no blood. We both laughed and continued to play. He went home to Texas and I have not seen him since. It was not until years later, I considered how badly I could have injured him.