One day I came home from grade school and was on our front porch and had the BB gun between my legs cocking it and evidently it was not fully cocked and I let go of the lever and it slammed it my family jewels. I remember vividly rolling around the porch in agony. My parents were not home from work yet and I don't think I ever mentioned it to them. Taught me not to cock the BB gun between my legs. Also my younger brother still has a BB embedded in his thigh. Don't know if he ever told my parents or not. He did get me back at me later by embedding a dart into my leg. It's a wonder we all lived!