But the story has a happy ending! Mom made a full recovery and sued the dink for hundreds of thousands of dollars and won!

My Bro and I roomed together as little boys as we had a big family. One day Mom heard a commotion and opened our bedroom door to find me bent over on the bed with my drawers at my ankles...Bro was a few feet away with a pencil in his hand aiming at my butt.

Mom: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Me and Bro: "We're playing Pencil in the Crack."

Mom: "WHAT??!!"

My Bro never grew up to be a Dart Champion, but Mom still brings this story up at every family gathering. She thought it was hilarious!

But now that I think about it, because we never grew up on computers, we used our imagination and invented Pencil in the Crack! Most kids couldn't do that these days.