posted on Jan, 18 2013 @ 01:25 PM
reply to post by rockymcgilicutty
Boomerangs are dangerous. I know. I boomeranged myself.
My dad visited Australia during Vietnam, he brought back lots of cool things. One of his treasures was a beautiful boomerang he had apparently learned
to throw and catch.
He also brought back a kangaroo skin. Don't ask me why. He still has it, and that thing is nasty.
Anyway, as a child I loved to watch him throw and catch the boomerang. So it was only natural that I'd sneak into his room, climb up his closet
shelf, take the boomerang, and go play with it. All without his permission or knowledge, of course.
(I'm sure that if I'd asked for help, he would have gladly shown me. It in my mind I was on some secret mission. Damn, I miss childhood.)
So out I go into the field across from my house. I wound up, boomerang cocked like I'd seen my dad do, and inlet fly with all my strength.
Guess what. Boomerangs really do come back. This one hit me in the back of the head, HARD.
I dragged myself and the boomerang back home, bloodied and needing hugs. Luckily mom provided the hugs (and band aids) while dad laughed.
That afternoon he tried to teach me how to throw it correctly, but alas. The boomerang never came back...it usually went straight down into the
ground. Maybe I was subconsciously throwing it wrong. Who knows.
So there's my dangerous boomerang story. And dad will be showing my son how to throw it this summer. I'll be waiting wi band aids, just in case.