Most of mine are from my older brother, who ended up being about 14" taller than me. No, I am not that short. He's just really big. Anyhow, the first one he gave me has since faded, he tried to crucify me after he heard the story of Jesus. I was maybe 3? He would have been 6. Thankfully he only got one nail in my hand it was in the webby, fleshy area between my thumb and first finger because I was fighting him back like a feral cat when I saw him pull out the hammer and nails and try to pin me against the old wooden garage. My grandma lived on the other side of our duplex and heard my screams and saved me. On my other hand I'm missing two knuckles from where he tried to kick me in the head (again, I'm much shorter than him) and I blocked the kick with my hand and he shattered my hand. I was 13, he was 16. I remember looking at my mangled palm, which instead of being flat was bent in half like a book. My fingers were all crooked and turning purple. My Mom was out of town on a religious retreat and my Dad had gone to the store so I had to wait for him to get back. My Brother was satisfied he had hurt me enough and went to take a shower. I'll never forget when my Dad came home and saw my hand, I saw his chimp strength come out in full fury that day. My Dad is a pretty chill guy but he knocked down a solid wood bathroom door and beat the hell out of my brother, even though my brother was easily 5" taller than him. You do not mess with angry Dad chimp strength when someone has hurt their daughter. My dad worked in factories and had manual labor jobs his whole life, he's always been very strong. Anyhow, we went to the hospital my Mom worked at but since she wasn't with me I ended up not getting great care. The bones didn't set right and I am "missing" my ring and pinkie knuckles on my right hand when I make a fist. My hand works alright though, just hurts a little with the weather.