We shot each other with our bb guns and slingshots. My best friend winged a flat stone at me from the field across the street that caught me above the left eye and opened a gash that took nine stitches to close. We fought each other with fists until both of us had bloody noses, black eyes, fat lips.
We went home and our moms took a look at us and hollered at us for ruining our clothes. Our dads looked at us over their newspapers and smiled. We were becoming men....
I was lucky, never had to have stitches.. ;-)
We had pine cone fights when I was a kid. I once got hit in the face with a ripe one. Boy did it hurt! Looked like I had the mumps.