MouthBQ98 said:

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I had to once stop my brothers from using a little fiberglass recurve bow to shoot practice arrows almost straight up in the air, seeing how close they could land when they came back down.

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haha that reminded me of my cousin who had a longbow and three or four arrows. We would take it and shoot the arrows, not straight up but at like a 60 degree angle and watch them arch up into the sky and fall to earth. Go pick them up and shoot them back in the direction where we came from. One day we shot in the direction away from the house, didn't notice my uncle and my dad had come outside and were looking at his freshly planted garden. One of us let loose with an arrow and it hit about 20 feet from them. I will never forget the look on their faces when the arrow hit in the dirt, and they looked our way.

I was the youngest child but also my Dad's fav girl because I was a tomboy and played sports with him.

There were a lot of times when Dad said, "Don't tell your mother about this."

ETA: Was about sports accidents, like when at age six, I inadvertently took a wrong turn in a go-cart in a mall parking lot on a Sunday and entered the on ramp to the SW Freeway.