I will start with one.
When I was a kid, about 7 years old, I do not remember the exact age, I was given a Red-Rider BB gun for Christmas, exactly like the one in the movie "a Christmas Story", and this was a couple of decades before the movie was made. My father removed the part that holds the BB's and the barrel for the BB's. So it just made a loud air blast every time I fired it, but I was a kid and I liked it and played with it a lot. The butt of the gun was hollow plastic with a plastic back plate glued on the back of it and when it was made but not much glue was put on it to hold it on, and after a while the back butt plate fell off and was lost. I still used it often. The alley in back of out house is on a hill and one day I was running down that alley and the tip of my shoe hit something as I ran and tripped me. I was falling forward and it looked like I would fall on my face, so I put the butt of the gun under my right arm pit and used the rifle as a crutch with the front of it against the ground as I fell down. The back of the butt was now only an open piece of molded plastic without the back but plate, and it took two slices of flesh out of my right arm pit. I fell, and got up and was bleeding some and the artery for my right arm was hanging out from my right arm pit. I went in the house and both of my parents were home (my dad had worked a night shift in the steel mill) and I told them that I was hurt. My dad rushed me in the car to a doctors office only two blocks away, and he had my dad rush me to a hospital and phoned the hospital to tell the emergency room I was coming in.
The doctors said that if that artery that was hanging out from my arm pit had broke there would have been no way to stop the bleeding and I would have bleed out and died. Just lucky that the plastic butt of that gun did not cut another fraction of an inch deeper. That was a close one.
When I was a kid, about 7 years old, I do not remember the exact age, I was given a Red-Rider BB gun for Christmas, exactly like the one in the movie "a Christmas Story", and this was a couple of decades before the movie was made. My father removed the part that holds the BB's and the barrel for the BB's. So it just made a loud air blast every time I fired it, but I was a kid and I liked it and played with it a lot. The butt of the gun was hollow plastic with a plastic back plate glued on the back of it and when it was made but not much glue was put on it to hold it on, and after a while the back butt plate fell off and was lost. I still used it often. The alley in back of out house is on a hill and one day I was running down that alley and the tip of my shoe hit something as I ran and tripped me. I was falling forward and it looked like I would fall on my face, so I put the butt of the gun under my right arm pit and used the rifle as a crutch with the front of it against the ground as I fell down. The back of the butt was now only an open piece of molded plastic without the back but plate, and it took two slices of flesh out of my right arm pit. I fell, and got up and was bleeding some and the artery for my right arm was hanging out from my right arm pit. I went in the house and both of my parents were home (my dad had worked a night shift in the steel mill) and I told them that I was hurt. My dad rushed me in the car to a doctors office only two blocks away, and he had my dad rush me to a hospital and phoned the hospital to tell the emergency room I was coming in.
The doctors said that if that artery that was hanging out from my arm pit had broke there would have been no way to stop the bleeding and I would have bleed out and died. Just lucky that the plastic butt of that gun did not cut another fraction of an inch deeper. That was a close one.