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Shot myself with a BB gun when I was a kid. Not intentionally. I shot at a tire filled with concrete because I was being an idiot and it didn't occur to me that the BB would ricochet off the tire. I would have shot myself in the face if not for my left middle finger being in exactly the right spot. I still have the scar as a reminder.
Remember kids, BB guns are firearms and firearms deserve respect.
That's a coincidence. I remember getting shot right in the middle of my forehead with a pellet gun. My friends and I were playing at their house and were shooting pellet guns. I was leaning over a railing in the side of their house looking down to where my friend was shooting at. To this day I don't know how it happened, but I remember the pellet ricocheting straight up to where I was leaning over and hit me directly in the middle of my forehead. But, I don't remember feeling any pain or having a mark. I remember looking up at friends in surprise and that's it. If I had moved my head just a tiny bit further up or to the side, I probably would've lost one of my eyes. That's just one of the many times where I would've gotten a serious injury when I was a kid but somehow, I never did.
That was lucky that you didn't react yeah
Reminds me of when I was in high school playing rugby and I ended up in a position where I was on the ground. As I want to get up, I barely see someone running full speed backwards towards me and in the time I saw them and turned my head to brace I got blunt metal togs slamming against my head.
The outer most tog ended up hitting me just on above my eye on the bone along my eye brow with the other togs going up towards my hair line.
In my case, reacting saved my eye ball
That's some luck you got there.