Somebody said waterpark, and I was reminded of this. I was in the 6th grade, so 11 or 12 years old, and we went with the local church youth group to a water park about an hour from our houses. We were having a blast, I was enjoying myself immensely, when I made the fateful decision to go down the water slide. It was long, and twisty, and very wet. I flew down that thing, it was so awesome!

Unbeknownst to me, there was a little kid behind me in line who just couldn't wait. He was 7, tops. The full force of his 50 pound body came flying off that slide just in time to come in contact with my still emerging from the water face. He hit me with his heel square in the eye, so hard it knocked me out. I sank back into the water, and the next thing I know, I am lying on dry ground with the hottest lifeguard I ever saw over me asking if I was okay.

The worst part of the whole ordeal was that it took 2 weeks for the shiner to go away. I eventually just started telling people I got kicked in the face by a 7 year old boy. They'd look at me funny, but it made me laugh.