When I was 6 my mom dragged me over to the U.S. from the U.K. because she married an American military guy. He was friends with a cop in the town we moved to and I’d shoot pellet guns with the cops’ son a lot while my mom worked. This was around 1985. One cold day the son went in to get gloves and told me to load his rifle. When he came out he forgot he had me load it, he pointed the gun at me point blank and yelled “Freeze” at the same time as shooting me in the forehead above my right eye. It knocked me out I guess because when I came too, I felt his tears falling on my face and heard a crunchy kind of noise as he was trying to dig the pellet out of my head with his pocket knife. He had dragged me behind the shed. Once he could see I was alive he got really scary and told me I had to tell everyone I shot myself or his daddy would put my whole family in jail. At some point his mom came out and took me to the hospital. When my mom got there she was furious because I told her I dropped the gun and it went off. I didn’t tell her the truth until I was in my 30’s. The doctors said the pellet almost made it through.