This happended quite a long time ago when me and Math lived in Halifax. We can't have been older than 11 and 13. It was summer and it was a Saturday morning. Mum and Dad had been to the supermarket to do the big weekly shop and it was then left to me and Math to put all the shopping away in the kitchen. We didn't really like the job or any job I suppose so we were messing around throwing things to each other to catch and put away. We were making slow progress and then Math started doing some of his karate type moves with authentic sound effects obviously! There were a lot of kicks going on and the kitchen was small and he had quite long legs..... All of a sudden there was a thwack and my right hand and wrist was throbbing! He had managed to karate kick my fingers back and actually sprained my wrist in the process! It was a complete accident really but the cherry on the cake for me was that it was my birthday a couple of days later and I got an actual child's buggy for my doll (which I was very chuffed about). The only thing was that because my right arm was in a sling I couldn't push it in a sraight line! I think Math still felt quite bad about that even though it was an accident. I probably went to town on it a bit. It was always easy to make him feel guilty!!!