Damaging Disk Golf

It was a glorious summer evening in August. The temperature was warm but not unbearable. Two young girls run around the fields of a disk golf course as their fathers swing around flying disks aimed at baskets to gain points. When it´s the girls turn they run over. The smaller of the two (which is me) winds up her arm and surfs the disk down in a surprisingly straight line to land 50 feet ahead of them, but not toward the goal, she had thrown the wrong way. That was my first mistake of the day. As I retrieve my frisbee the other little girl slightly older and much taller and stronger grasps her frisbee, winds up and let´s go. Her first mistake of the day, letting go. Mine was thinking I´d be safe behind her. I look up just in time to see the shockingly hard piece of rounded plastic rushing toward me at super sonic speed to smack me right in the forehead. Another mistake of mine that day was crying. After my meltdown was done and I chose that playing frisbee was NOT my favorite sport, the other little girl and I continued our game of cat and mouse and returned to frolicking around the meadows. Everyone figured that since I was up and running I was fine… I was not. No sooner did we begin to depart I start violently upchucking all of the water and food I had consumed during the day. After I had created a huge mess my panicked father grabbed his sobbing vomit stained child and began the seemingly endless ride home. This created a new game… dodge the flying vomit and attempt to soothe the kid. When my dad FINALLY got me home I was weak, still vomiting and just wanted to sleep. My grandfather who was a licensed nurse at the time, drove over and diagnosed me with a severe concussion, just my luck. Although I got to mess a bit of school, my existence was not a happy one for the next few weeks until my concussion finally started to dwindle. Another mistake of mine, trying to say ¨I´m fine¨ too soon. Excited to finally be going back to school and to not be vomiting all of the time I zipped all around the house until I became so tired that I wanted to go to sleep. In my fit of hyperness I attempted to climb the ladder of my bed. This was another mistake. No sooner did I get to the top did I come crashing back down. A crying and sobbing mess ensued… as well as another concussion.

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