A cream-colored disk sails through the air, swish… it barely misses as it moves through the space between my shoulder and my ear, and brushing past my hair like it wasn’t even there. The next time…clap, I caught it.
I need to throw around more before I hit the ground with the big boys, especially since I’m not a boy at all, I’m actually kind of small. I’m kind of small, but sort of tall, for a girl or at least I’d like to think so… maybe I’ll grow out of my fear and dislike of all things that fly towards me at speeds great or small.
I’ve never had much luck in that department, you see, I’ve been a magnet for things that fly about but they’ve always hit me, and occasionally hurt me, so I just avoided… plus its just no fun to get the air knocked out of your chest with a basketball thrown by a boy on the varsity Basketball team, it just hurts!
After that one, and the time when I was hit in squarely in the head by a Frisbee thrown by a very large and strong guy who wasn’t very far away, I decided that staying away from team sports and such was just better for my mental and physical health, oh, and did I mention the time I was almost squashed to death in my dance class?
Well now that’s an interesting story to say the least... But, then I moved to Chicago and apparently that technique won’t work anymore, because my friend is quite an avid Frisbee player, and since I rarely see the sun, for all the time I’m working in the studio I’ve decided to attempt the impossible and play! Generally I’m not one to play anything, at all! I was told by my Mother as a child, that I was never really a child, I didn’t really ‘play’ and several friends from high school have joked at my skipping abilities, because I don’t seem to have any. (Not the skipping school kind, although I didn’t seem to have that one either, but the little school girl skipping through a field of flowers kind of thing)
So whatever my abilities may or may not be, I will be attempting this Frisbee thing, so help me, and maybe I’ll be better than the worst player out there when I get done. One can only hope.
I need to throw around more before I hit the ground with the big boys, especially since I’m not a boy at all, I’m actually kind of small. I’m kind of small, but sort of tall, for a girl or at least I’d like to think so… maybe I’ll grow out of my fear and dislike of all things that fly towards me at speeds great or small.
I’ve never had much luck in that department, you see, I’ve been a magnet for things that fly about but they’ve always hit me, and occasionally hurt me, so I just avoided… plus its just no fun to get the air knocked out of your chest with a basketball thrown by a boy on the varsity Basketball team, it just hurts!
After that one, and the time when I was hit in squarely in the head by a Frisbee thrown by a very large and strong guy who wasn’t very far away, I decided that staying away from team sports and such was just better for my mental and physical health, oh, and did I mention the time I was almost squashed to death in my dance class?
Well now that’s an interesting story to say the least... But, then I moved to Chicago and apparently that technique won’t work anymore, because my friend is quite an avid Frisbee player, and since I rarely see the sun, for all the time I’m working in the studio I’ve decided to attempt the impossible and play! Generally I’m not one to play anything, at all! I was told by my Mother as a child, that I was never really a child, I didn’t really ‘play’ and several friends from high school have joked at my skipping abilities, because I don’t seem to have any. (Not the skipping school kind, although I didn’t seem to have that one either, but the little school girl skipping through a field of flowers kind of thing)
So whatever my abilities may or may not be, I will be attempting this Frisbee thing, so help me, and maybe I’ll be better than the worst player out there when I get done. One can only hope.
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