I did my hook shot and the ball went over the backboard and into the woods.
“Nice shot,” my brother said, and he went into the woods to retrieve the ball. Then I heard him yell: “Help, I slipped and I think a big nail has gone in my knee.”
I couldn’t see him, and I thought he was joking. I let him yell for a while, then I went to help him. He was holding his leg, and when I got close he took his hands away. I saw blood on his jeans and a muddy nail head coming out of his knee. I wanted to throw up.
I turned and ran for our house yelling the whole way, “Mom! Dad! Help!”
Dave was very calm on the ride to the emergency room until mom said she was going to pull it out. Dad told her not to touch it. The doctors got it out and they gave it to Dave as a souvenir. The nail was three inches long and rusty. He made a full recovery.