I was bullied a lot as a kid and this was one of many physical altercations I had to endure. I was in the fifth grade, so that would have probably made me nine years old. I was walking towards  my aunts house with a friend and didn’t even see the fucking pinecone flying at my eye. The person threw it hard, when it hit my eye it went to darkness and I fell to the ground. My friend ran off to get help and someone helped me into my aunts house. I was told my eye was bleeding and I was crying as it hurt bad.

There were witnesses outside when it happened and we were told who threw the acorn, an eighteen year old who lived in a house across the street from my aunt. My parents were called, my mom took me to the eye doctor who took most of the pinecone pieces from my eye but not all.

To this day my right eye is still a little blurry, and people wonder why i’m diagnosed with ptsd.