Giving a King’s seat to a child who was probably too old (but we had given one to her little brother) and she jumped too enthusiastically into our crossed arms and smacked her head on my nose. Broken nose, two black eyes, Thanksgiving at my advisor’s family’s apartment, junior year abroad in Paris (never went to the hospital, still have a slightly crooked nose).
I have had a black eye in the sense everyone is imagining. However, if one is hungover after too many festivities, ask your barista for a black eye. It drip/press coffee with a double shot of espresso. Then add dairy or sugar (ugh) as usual.
I know I’m a total barbarian, but when I grew up fighting at school was a right of passage. Ironically we would go across the street to the Congregational Church yard to fight and avoid any school consequences. So yes I’ve had few black eyes. Although I never won a fight, I always gave as much as I got. The current generation ought to give it a try. Exhilarating and often an effective problem solver. Ok time to go back to the wine offer debate, and no black eyes please.
Only once when I was 8 while playing tag at night. I was running around the corner of our house and plowed into the back of Steve’s head. When I woke up I had an Orbital rim fracture, massive contusion - which later became a Hugh blood clot and a dislocated nose. So yep I never played tag again