When I was a little kid, we didn't really have much to do in my neighborhood. So my friends and I would have rock fights. We'd throw rocks at each other until someone gave up. We were forced to stop playing forever because the last time we played my head was cracked open by one of the rocks. Ended up bleeding all over the place. lol. Had to get rushed to the hospital, only to find out that it was actually a very small wound. Turns out head wounds, big or small, just happen to bleed...a lot.
Think I was like 12 or 13. Kids are dumb. lol. Or at least I was