I can think of two gruesome ones involving my kid brother.. both around the same time with him being 3 or 4 years old and me being 8 or 9..
It was a hot summer day and my brother was hammering on the front door to get in, ringing the doorbell, shouting..
Mum was going mental.. 'get round the back you 'orrible little so and so.. 'Dave, run and make that naughty little shit go round the back like he's supposed to will you' she instructed me..
Awesome, had I really just been given a free pass to administer a righteous kicking..!? You didn't need to ask me twice, opportunities like this didn't come up very often so I was up like a shot haring through to the hallway..
Through the glass in the front door I can see what appears to be loads of red paint, and on opening it there's my tiny little brother bawling his eyes out covered from top to toe in claret.. Now I like to see him suffer but this is something else and I stop midswing and call mum..
after all the fuss has died down and she's cleaned him off in the bath, the only wound on him is a tiny 3mm hole in the middle of his forehead.. apparently it turns out that he'd been running round the side of the house on his way home (like a good little boy) and run into a corner that had a little metal tack sticking out.. tiny hole loadsa blood..
The second one.. maybe later the same year, was on holiday at Selsey Bill (at that holiday park that went on to get blown clean off the face of the earth by a hurricane some years later)..
Mum and Nan had gone into Brighton shopping leaving me in charge of the boy.. no sooner had their car chugged out of sight, then my poor wee bro had scat off his little bike on the concrete/gravel drive, at speed.. and grazed both his nipples off..
I put him in the bath at the chalet and flagged down a neighbour to help.. poor little sod screamed until mum got back hours later, when she proceeded to apply the antiseptic..
his nips have grown back now