I reckon you'd have to call these two stories "second hand" because they happened when I was an infant.  They became part of the family history, though, so I want to share them with you.

Dee loved playing ball with Gee and his friends at school.  One day during recess, they had a good game going.  The batter really connected and the ball flew high, high and higher, and stopped only when it hit a second floor window, shattering the glass.  Dee, who was in right field, had kept backing up, hoping to catch the ball, but it flew high over her head.  When she heard the glass break, she turned and looked up - just in time to get hit  on the forehead by a large sharp shard of the windowpane.  It sliced through the skin, leaving a gaping hole with large flap of skin hanging over her eye.  She didn't even know she was hurt until she reached up and got some blood on her hand.  And then, she panicked and started to shriek and run.  Mr. Brookshire, the principal, had to get the biggest boys in school to run her down and catch her so her injury could be attended to.  I don't know how many stiches it took to sew up that cut, but she carried a scar over one eye for all her life.  I think she was kind of proud of it.

My second story is about Nan, Dee and Gee.  Nan had just entered high school, Dee was a couple of grades behind her and Gee was about three grades behind Dee. 

Now, Nan was a very pretty teenager with light brown hair and big gray eyes.  She was a prim and proper young lady.  Dee was dark of hair and dark of eye.  She was pretty, too, but was better known for her personality and her quick lip.  Gee, with his beautiful red hair and brown eyes, was a good-looking kid, but he did have a temper to go with that red hair.  (Of the six children in the family, only he and I had red hair, inherited from our German grandfather.)

One day after school was dismissed and Nan and Dee were starting home, they heard a commotion behind them, and they heard Gee yell, "Dee, I need you!"  Several of the older school boys were harrassing Gee, laughing at him and calling him "Red," and he was fighting mad.

Dee handed her books to Nan and said, "Here, bring these home for me."  Nan tried to stop her, saying "Oh, Dee, you will just get in trouble again!"  Dee answered, "I don't care!  I've got to help my brother."  Nan went on home with the books, and when the other two arrived about 30 minutes later, all dishelved and sweating but laughing, they told Mom, "Hey, Mom, we beat them up good.  They won't tease Gee any more."  Well, Mom was not the kind of mother who tolerated such behavior, no matter what the reason.  She wasn't raising any hooligans!  

She had the two culprits kneel at the foot of her bed, got two pieces of sewing thread and tied each of them by a thumb to the bed.  She dared them to break that thread.  They knelt there, tied thumbs suspended in mid-air for about an hour, until Dad got home.  I was told that when he came into the room, he gave them a really rough talking-to and then untied them from the bed.
I know that by the time Mom told him about the incident she must have calmed down and was laughing about it, although she would not have for the world let them know that.  I wonder how Dad kept a straight face while he was reprimanding them.

~MizMo