My father was drunk. He came into the kitchen where he had a dart board on the wall. He ordered me to stand next to the dart board to see how close he could throw the dart to me. Fearful, I stood next to the dart board. He threw the dart and it stuck in my head next to my eye. I was screaming for my mother. She took the dart out of my eye, but they would not take me to the doctor for two days because they were afraid of someone taking me away from them. I lay in my room for two days before I got treatment. Later, I had to have an operation to correct the damage.