I was golfing in my front yard with one of the neighbor kids. We were chipping the ball back and forth, when he gets the brilliant idea to pull out a driver and swing at the ball as hard as he can (a big athletic kid, but not real bright). Several minutes later I awoke in a stupor, with a tremendous headache and welt in the middle of my forehead. I rolled over, scrounged around looking for my glasses. I put them on and happened to notice my buddy driving out of his driveway on his Schwinn 10 speed, with a backpack on his back, heading the other way down the block. Did he go tell my mom that he had just drilled me in the head with a golf ball? Did he tell his mother? Did he check to see if I was okay? No, he did what any normal 12 year old boy would do after killing one of the other neighbor kids. Make a few sandwiches, throw in some shirts and underwear, and hit the road. He thought that he had killed me and was running away from home. It probably was not my first concussion, and definitely not my last, but after a couple of weeks of paying closer than normal attention to the flowers, bugs and birds I recovered no worse for ware. We were never very close as friends after that, heck come to think of it, I'm not sure he ever came back.