When we lived in Washington (I'm pretty sure), we had giant plastic tinkertoys. I mean, these thinges were bigger than I was!
I have a couple of disconnected memories linked to these.
Once my brother wanted to play with them/me and I wasn't interested (as usual). Or maybe we were play-fighting. I don't remember the context! Oh well. He hit me on the head with a long stick with a heavy plastic connector on it. Damn that hurt.
This may or may not be related to an incident with my father. There were the tinkertoys all around, and I was having a fit for some reason. I was nine, what do you want?
My dad used to hold me still, restrain me, when I got to be too much to manage. A sensible approach and I usually calmed down eventually.
This time, I didn't want to calm down. I wanted to be free to wreak whatever havoc I was being prevented from. So I head-butted my dad, back of my head to his nose.
I felt bad immediately after that. I think his nose recovered.
Posted by Edwin at December 28, 2004 02:36 PM