Family Revelations…

I just love it when our adult off-spring get together, and begin reminiscing about the days of their youth. I almost always end up learning something new! Recently, the subject of the game of “kickball” came up as the topic of conversation.

You see, our granddaughter, Madison, has recently been introduced to the game of kickball at church. Her first experience didn’t turn out to be a pleasant one, and she came home saying that she no longer wished to attend AWANA on Wednesday nights! Madison’s kickball experience opened the door to an assortment of childhood revelations from the adults in the room.

Madison’s mom, Brandy, shared how much she hated the game of kickball, too, when she was in elementary school. This revelation came as no great surprise.  After all, she is her mother’s daughter! Anything involving a ball and kicking, throwing, or running has always ranked low on my list of things I like to do!  I’d do almost anything to avoid PE in school, and my daughter is a chip off the old block!   A headache would develop at the mere thought of running or playing ball…

Brandy recalled how, in the school’s version of kickball,  some of the children were required to line up on the wall of the gymnasium while other children tried to hit them with the ball.  What kind of game is this, where the children are lined up as human targets?!  Where’s the fun it that for the kids standing on the wall?

Our oldest son chimed in to reveal that his fear of the wrath of the kickball was the reason he quickly became a member of the fifth grade band. He recalled how a fellow classmate (who was apparently a bit of a bully) would always go out of his way to hit him  very hard in the head with the kickball! ( I had no idea!) We spent nearly eight hundred dollars on a saxophone because we thought our son was musically inclined–and all the while he was trying to avoid being blasted in the head by a bully with ball!  

All’s well that ends well,  so they say. Our son learned how to play that saxophone, in spite of these facts: (a) the band leader claimed his mouth wasn’t shaped correctly to play one, and (b) that saxophone was nearly half as big as he was! The following year, we made the choice to move our children to a private school;  thus ending the saga of the sax, and the kickball bully I never knew about!    The saxophone was later sold to a cousin.

Last, but not least, our youngest son offered up a couple of school memories of his own. Brad’s memories were purely the result of bad timing, on his part. Once, he walked into the gym, and straight into the path of a flying ball. The ball hit him square in the face, resulting in a bloody nose!  Brad’s second encounter with a flying ball…well, let’s just say, the ball hit him in an area even more sensitive than his nose!  Ouch!  Enough said.

I don’t know how Madison’s future encounters with kickball will go. For now, she’s chosen to sit and watch while the others play kickball at AWANA. One thing’s for sure, as time marches on, even if not about kickball, I’m sure Madison will have some revelations of her own, one of these days!

Published in: on February 12, 2013 at 9:48 am  Comments (4)  
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