posted on Nov, 15 2006 @ 10:21 PM
First off, nice thread shots!
I'd just like to share a little story that surfaced from the way back when I read this thread, shots.
It's always real tough being the new kid in school. And as much as I was shuffled around as a kid, being the new kid in school was a rather
unfortunate, common occurence in my case. They all look at you funny, and the would be bullies immediately want a piece of you. They'll test you like
whoa, and see if you're gonna put up a fight.
I believe this was in like 5th grade that I had just been moved, again, to a new school. And as usual, I had no friends at first, and felt lonlier
than hell. Recesses were always good, cause I was out of class for a few, but always even worse than class because everyone always had their friends,
and I wasn't included. They'd all play dodgeball and back then, flag football. And everyday I had to sit there and watch them have all the fun. I
had to wait for the right chance.
So one day I was out there and they were all playing flag football. This is where you each wear a flag, and to tackle someone you have to grab the
flag dangling from their pants. And you can bet all the girls were watching, giggling and doing all the things little girls do to stir the wannabe
feelings of importance and admiration in little boys.
All the room there was in that school was a big hill on the side of the school with grass to play this, so the field was a bit awkward. And today was
gonna be my lucky day cause they were missing one of the normal kids that played- he was sick. So someone reluctantly called me over and said "hey
you, come play." (In the typical, purposefully non personal way kids do. It was an order, not an invite.)
Figuring damned if I do, damned if I don't, I ran on over. No hi's, no hey, this so snd so, no nothing. "You're on the red team." "Hell no,
he's not playing on OUR team! Give us (whoever that kid was) and you take him instead." "No way!" "Yes way!!" "Blah blah blah, oh allright,
let's just play."
So for the first few plays I just kinda did the best I could and tried to help out, cause the other team had the ball. One of the idiots dropped it,
and we got it back. So in the huddle, the little big dog on our team said, "Hey, can you run? They'll never expect us to give it to YOU."
I said "I dunno, but I'll try." This was the moment of truth. I was gonna be made to look like a fool, and especially in front of ALL THOSE GIRLS.
So I summoned every last ounce of will a little kid like me could muster, and told my legs that it was time to die. 24-35-46 hike! And little ole
me got handed the ball of doom.
Well, suffice it to say that sheer terror propelled me down that field so fast, weaving out of tackles and down the hill that no one even had a chance
at catching me. Touchdown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yippee. I was in. The girls all went wow, and the little big dog kid was like "All RIGHT!! We want him on our team from now on."
And so a simple game of flag football gave a kid a little confidence to carry on. To be accepted. To live. To be a kid.
These educators trying to put a stop to these games can go to hell.
[edit on 15-11-2006 by TrueAmerican]