I had a friend that was an eternal kid. When we were 12 or 13 the rest of us were trying to figure out the "girl" thing, he was building forts, elaborate forts that looked like a miniature of an army outpost out west complete with buildings. This is where we had our BB battles, we wore army helmet liners but no eye protection. I was defending the fort one time, peaked over the rampart and saw my friend Fletcher take aim and shoot at me. The BB appeared in slow motion as it left his gun and made a beeline for my eye, there was no time to duck. The BB hit me in the side of my nose about 1/8" from the corner of my eye and went in below the surface, I popped it out like a pimple.
There was a lot of blood, Fletcher said he was sorry but my wound scared the rest of the kids and we decided that we were done with BB battles for safety's sake. I told my mother I ran into a briar; she knew I was lying but didn't say anything.
When we were 13, I told this childish friend where babies came from, he said "my parents are decent people and wouldn't do such a thing". I guess he figured it out because he had 3 fine sons.