I remembered violent head injuries the first was exploring in the woods with my older brother.He was walking in front and picked up a board with nails in the end,turned back and turned the board so they would be facing down and swung it back and struck me on top of the head.I pushed the board out,and started running for home and I knew if I didn't get out of the woods he would finish the job.My mom and sister was there and stuck my head in a sink,blood pouring down the drain.I was screaming bloody murder the whole time.I was told he didn't mean it and do not tell Dad who was a navigator in the airforce.So then feeling alone and vunerable,I followed him and kept my mouth shut and never told on him again.I finally got bigger and started being the enforcer or protector for my little sister.