There they would forget the frustrations of life and take it out on each other. Hurling round rubber projectiles at nearly 100 mph, they would practice the Dodge-Dip-Duck-Dive-Dodge rule.
Analee and I were bored so we took a trip to fantastic Smith's Marketplace. As we walked through the double doors there they were, leftover pumpkin playground balls.
Ahh..... the stinging memory of getting beamed in the face from 40 feet away, rushed into my head. DODGEBALL!! It's time to start playing the wholesome past-time of dodgeball again.
I don't know when or where yet, but mark my word..............SOON!!
Stay tuned.
3 comments:
Not with you... you aim for the head.
Kim
No way!! I just get hit in the head.
wish i was there to play... sniff sniff
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