Dodgeball has been banished from the schools these days, which is sad. I really liked that game, probably the only team sport that I played and enjoyed. Actually, it's mostly a solo sport... and I was pretty good at it.
Once, we played dodgeball in a circle, the people in the center dodging balls thrown from the outside. Extreme dodgeball! I was doing pretty good, too, until I zigged and another kid zagged and we knocked heads. Interestingly enough, you really do see stars when knocked on the head. I didn't go unconscious, but everything did go black. With stars.
I think I was good at dodgeball because I had a lot of practice dodging. I was always quick and this, coupled with my brother throwing things at me, honed my skills.
The stuff my brother threw was pretty serious, too. He always wanted to play with me, and I never wanted to play with him. That built up a certain level of resentment from him, I'm sure.
So he would throw things at me. Hard things. Metal things. Small metal cars, for example. Or that one day he throw the garden trowel at me.
Yup, it was dodge or die in my household.
This memory was brought to you from Aberdeen Washington.
Posted by Edwin at December 28, 2004 02:39 PM