Dad told my brother and I we weren't allowed to golf in the back yard. I was around 6, my brother around 8. My job was to set the ball up on the tee for him, his job to whack it with the golf club. After a few successful hits and avoiding being caught I stood a little too close to my brother as he swung through and took the 3 wood in the side of the head. I remember seeing black, clutching the wall, as my senses returned to me I took my hand away from my face and it was covered in blood and I could feel the warm liquid leak down the side of my face. Panic began to set in.
Now instead of worrying about my well being or thinking he might have killed me, all my brother could say as I staggered to the door with blood gushing out of the side of my head was "DON'T TELL DAD, DON'T TELL DAD!!!!"
Needless to say, I told Dad.
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