It's hard to explain, without showing you physically. Basically, my father would sit on the floor, and I would go up behind his right shoulder. I would lean over his shoulder, and he would flip me over, and place me infront of him. I had a plane in my hand when I went over one time, and it hit his chest, jamming it into my eye. He had no idea I had the plane in my hand, so he was flipping out hardcore when I fainted. Also, I definitely got the age wrong, I was 5.