The arrow incident
This would have happened about 20 years ago. As my mom and dad tell it, my dad was mowing the lawn in the backyard. Our crazy pothead neighbors, as we called them, who like smoking, drinking, riding motorcycles, being too out of it to hear their extremely loud dogs barking to be let back inside, and generally being loud nusances well into the night were firing a bow and arrow at a target on the garage door. You see where this is going.
My dad back then was extremely temperamental at the slightest grievance. And he'd laid into these guys before about the things mentioned above. My parents master bedroom faced that house, so they got the worst of these neighbors' antics.
He cant hear them well over the mower. But he hears one of the two guys yell "Oh shit, watch out!" And an arrow whizzes past my dad's ear. My dad is enraged at nearly getting stabbed.
One guy pops his head over our fence, inebriated. "Sorry, man. Can I have it back?" I dont know the exact words my dad used. Something along the lines of absolutely not, you irresponsible imbeciles. How could they be so reckless? What if my kids had been playing in the yard and gotten hit by the arrow?
My dad kept the arrow in the front hall closet like a trophy for the rest of the time we lived there. My brother and I gave it back the day my dad and stepmom sold and left our childhood home as newlyweds. But not before my brother and I took one selfie with it.