Tragedy At The Underground Fort

Across from my house was a vacant lot we loved to play on. One weekend me and four of my buddies started digging a deep hole which we would later cover with a sheet of plywood. We left an opening so we could crawl down into the hole thus having our underground fort. One week it rained for several days in a row. When it finally stopped raining we returned to our fort. Much to our dismay we arrived to find that our fort was full of water. One of my buddies picked up an empty paint can and filled it full of muddy water from the fort hole. Then he poured it over my head thus soaking me. This kids mom was my fifth grade teacher. I picked up the rusty detached paint lid and threw it at my teachers son like a frisbee. It split the side of his head wide open and was bleeding profusely. He staggered to the nearest friends house and was rushed to the hospital. It took something like sixty four stitches to close the wound and the Doctor said if I had hit over another quarter of an inch that it would have killed him. Again I wanted to quit school especially since his mom taught me. I was forced back to school and his mom forgave me. I vividly remember several days later her son returning to school and getting out of the car. His  whole head was bandaged like a mummy except for mouth and eye holes. Naturally everyone wanted to know what  happened to him. I heard my name a lot that day and was very remorseful and sorry for what I had done. Glad he finally healed and fully recovered but bet he still has scars. If there could be a good side I do not ever remember the skinny kid being bullied again. Some actually moved to the other side of the hall.