I was 7. My brother was 3. I invited him to play swords (with wooden sticks) with me outside. I was getting into it because he was already losing. I turned around for a second to get a new stick, but as soon as I turned to face him, he was already standing 2 meters away from me with a rock in his hand. He threw the rock at me and it hit my forehead I fell and felt nauseous. My lola ran to me, wiped the blood with the newly-washed panties that were on the [i]sampayan[/i]. LOL I told this story to my baby sister so many times and she still thinks the best part is the fact that my lola's panties were on my face for two hours I began to hate my brother for it but I don't hold anything against him about it anymore. It left a scar on my forehead but I can barely see it.