When I was 8, I stepped on a wooden golf tee that was lying around on the carpet. It was from a simple little game that uses 14 wooden tees with 15 holes cut into a triangular piece of wood. (If you've ever been to
Cracker Barrel, you see them at every table.) Well, I'm running around the house with my brother, fighting and playing as per usual. I stepped on one of the golf tees with my left foot. I didn't feel a thing, for some reason. Well, after a few moments, I see a little spot or two of blood on the tile part of the floor.
I lifted my foot up, and saw what appeared to a broken tee that was stuck to my foot, just below the toes. I tried pull out the tee, thinking a smashed part of it was on my foot. Not quite...the entire tee had punctured my foot. Of course, I winced at the sight of this, and when I tried to pull harder, I freaked out, and stepped down on the same left foot with the tee in it, promptly causing the tee to puncture the top of my foot.
Aaarrrggghh! Now all I could do was stare at a light-green golf tee puncturing my left foot right through to the top! My brother tried to call my mom, but my sister was coming home just as this happened. I'm screaming my head off, and she tells me to sit down and look the other way, while she yanked out the golf tee form my foot. It didn't hurt, but there was a ton of blood all over the kitchen floor. I bled for about 4 hours straight, and really thought I'd run out of blood and die at that moment.
It healed up quite well, although for many years I could see a little red "X" where the golf tee made a poke to my foot. (Wow, I'm getting a phantom pain in my left foot just thinking about this episode all over again.)
Edit: Cool...You can play this simple but tricky little game online! You have no fear of an injury like mine. Apparently Cracker Barrel feared litigation.