We were talking about our childhoods last night when the kids where here for dinner. Of course mine and my Darlin’s was the most troublesome (you know, walking to school up hill both ways, in a blizzard, etc.) But it was fun talking and comparing our experiences.

One of my most memorable experiences from 6th grade was the day we were playing dodge ball on the playground basketball court. The court was just lines painted on the asphalt and two basket ball standards held up by poles in their proper position. Let me just say, I was very competitive and actually quite athletic. Side note: I won the school pentathlon, taking 1st place of all the girls, and 3rd place in the school, including boys.

So back to the dodge ball.

We had a very aggressive game going. I ran to throw the ball at the opposite team and turned to run back to a spot at the back of the court to be safe from the opposite team throwing the ball at me when, ****BONGGG****, I  ran right into the pole holding up the basketball standard. I got it right in the forehead. BAM! I was on the ground. I don’t think it knocked me out, but it definitely knocked me down. All the kids ran over and surrounded me. “Wow” one of the kids said. “You need to go see the nurse!”

I made my way to the nurses office, and the secretary helped me find a spot to lay down, and put an ice pack on my forehead. A few minutes later one of the boys playing with us when this happened came into the nurses office to check on me. He said, “Are you alright?” I didn’t know, but said, “I think so.” He said, “Man, when i first saw your forehead it looked like a colored TV!’ I’m thinking size? Or color? Either way, I had a huge goose egg on my forehead and a “colorful” story to tell my kids someday.

Lesson learned. Don’t play dodgeball on a court with poles. Make’s so much sense! 😉