When a friend of mine lived on a farm and he, his brother, and I were out messing around with bows and BB guns shooting hay bales (we must have been around 10 or 11) his brother Phil snuck around a hay bale when we weren't looking. I guess he was going to pop out or something, but before he could do that, my friend Craig shot an arrow straight through the hay bale. It just so happened to impact Phil's right eye and go into his head. I still can't imagine the looks on our faces when he came around with an arrow sticking out of his bloody head. It wasn't my own injury, but it's definitely worst than what I've experienced and I still make fun of Phil today for it too. He likes to wig people out by popping his glass eye out.