Have you ever just felt like telling an embarrassing story? For no good reason? Well here goes.... I spent 6 years of my life at Webster Elementary School. When I was in 3rd grade we were obsessed with the game of Hopscotch. We played it before school, at recess, at lunch. That was back when children actually played outside. Before computers, before virtual reality, before all that stuff we really played on the playground and had fun.
We loved Hopscotch. I had my lucky stone. And I was good. Well, one day we were playing and a boy (lets call him T)was kinda hanging out with us and I think he was playing too. One of my friends? (Carol) pushed me like kids do and she pushed me quite hard. Hard enough to push me into the boy (T) and knock him down on his side onto the playground. His head went down onto the pavement like he was going to take a nap only instead of taking the nap I lost my balance completely and SAT ON HIS HEAD!!!!!! Carol couldn't do that again if she tried. She laughed. Everyone else around us laughed. T didn't laugh. I didn't laugh. Needless to say, T never played with us again. I don't think I ever spoke to him again even though we went to school together all through high school.
Webster School has been long since torn down. Most of the people living in Plymouth, Indiana have a brick from the school. There is a new Webster Elementary School in a different location now. I wonder if they play Hopscotch?
This week in books 5/26/17
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