So when we still lived in Mexico, we had quite a few chickens.  In order to prevent them from escaping their enclosure, we'd clip their wings.  So I'm about 5-6 yrs old, my brother is about 13.  Before making a quick run to the store, my mom asks my brother to clip some of the chickens'  wings.  So I tag along and go into the enclosure with him, he catches one of them and at this time I'm bent over next to him wanting to see everything that was happening.  There's a bunch of chickens everywhere, some trying to see if my brother has food or something, some trying to peck at us and stuff, my brother is trying to clip the chicken's wings.  Suddenly one of the roosters flies towards us or something and he swings his arm as in trying to shoo them away and there I am bending over next to him and he had a pair of scissors in his hand.  Poked me right between my eyes, the scissors made this small round wound from which a squirt of blood came out and the stream wouldn't stop.  He rushes me back inside, my mom had already left to the store.  I'm screaming to the top of my lungs that I'm gonna die and he's threatening me, telling me to shut up and orders me to put my finger on the wound.  As soon as I'd take off my finger, blood would start squirting.  Finally after minutes of pressure the bleeding stops and he makes me promise I wouldn't tell my parents.  He still messes with me for screaming and crying thinking I was dying but a few centimeters either way and I'd now be one-eyed Hey Zeus....LOL