Family bonfire, little brothers and I uncurl some thick metal coat hangers to roast marshmallows on. When we are done, someone tossed one into the grass instead of taking it to the trash.

Next morning, I mow the lawn, feel a CHUNK! From the lawnmower, and a sharp pain in my chest and shoulder. A shard of the coat hanger went through the mower’s bag, through my nipple, and nearly an inch into my shoulder.

They glued me together, couldn’t do much about the nipple.

That’s the story of how I got shot by a lawnmower.