Wait, you didn't?
I had just got the Red Ryder, my second BB gun. The first was the shitty crosssman pistol where you cocked the spring by hitting the lever and pulling back the rear lever (which I could barely do at 7) then tip the nose to load. My cousin being 5 years older somehow convinced me that he should use the rifle and I could dual wield the inferior pistols. We are in the alley and I stick my head out from behind the dumpster, SMACK, I get hit right below the eye. I drop the guns and run to the house with my hand over my eye. He quickly ushers me into the bathroom and shuts the door. Just starts repeating, dont tell your mom, dont tell your mom. As if she isn't going to notice the broken skin and big ass welt under my eye. We told her it was a rock so we could get back out and back at it. We did start wearing glasses after that. Good times.