Once when I was little my brother Jeff and I were outside playing kickball. I kicked the ball and started running the bases. He ran after the ball and when he got it he threw it at me to get out. He got me out all right. When he threw the ball at me it hit my feet and I fell on the AC unit outside and busted my face and lips on it. 
I sat up after I fell and my dad came running. I had my face in my hands and he said "Honey please lift up your hands so I can see." I did as he asked. He soon realized that probably was not the best choice. I lifted my hands and blood just poured from my face. He then said "Okay put your hands back up there."
He picked me up and brought me into the kitchen, laid me on the counter and called my aunt to come and see if I was bleeding bad enough to where I needed stitches. Luckily I was not. I sat back up after my dad cleaned me all up. He laid me on the couch with a frozen wash cloth, yes a wash cloth because we did not have any ice packs. My brother came in crying saying he was sorry and that he did not mean for anything bad to happen to me.
I honestly think it was not his fault or mine. It was just one of those crazy accidents that was not meant to happen but did. I love my brother at times, I know he would never intentionally try to hurt me like that. He has gotten mad at me and thrown a pillow at me but I do not think he would ever actually hurt me. I forgave my brother the instant I knew I was going to be okay and that nothing serious was wrong with me. My mom however still felt like him being the older brother, he should have known better than to play with me like that. Moms. What do they know? :)
