Rockets and Sockets

It all happened in about three seconds.

Remember those toy rockets you would fire by pumping water into them? Well, I had one. I was playing with it in our driveway one day when Jeff Chatwin went walking by.

“Hey, Jeff!” I yelled, and fired the rocket into his chest.

What I didn’t realize was that he was carrying a dandelion digger, which instinctively he threw, ninja-style, into the top corner of my eye. Blood was everywhere.

It was that August afternoon that my eye socket was introduced to stitches and Jeff’s ass was introduced to my grandpa’s foot.