I flew with a pilot who had a mustache. He told me that when he was a little boy, his parents gave him and his brother real bows and arrows for Christmas. They were smaller than adult versions and were made for kids. They ran outside with them and withing five minutes, he said he was running back in the house, holding the arrow that his brother shot at his face. The arrow pierced his gums right above the cupid’s bow and through the skin just beneath his nose. I laughed so hard!!! He has the mustache to hide the scar!!! If you knew this guy, you would have laughed too. He was the best beer drinking, fishing buddy I have ever had.
When I think of all the things I did and walked away unscathed, I am just soooo glad that my sister and I didn’t get bows and arrows, swords or flamethrowers for Christmas when we were kids. We did pillow fight though and it got pretty violent when we threw away the pillow and attacked each other.
Good times.
They were in the Sears Christmas Catalog.