Dodge Ball
I'm hearing that there is a new movie named Dodge Ball. I haven't paid much attention to what it is, but I did hear one radio person remark, "We all have memories of dodge ball in school gym classes." Oh, yes, that did spark a memory.
I think I'd like to say that Dodge Ball was the worst of gym class activities, but the truth is that I hated all of it. OK, I take that back, I do remember some individual activities during 7-9th grade that weren't too bad. I remember learning to do a back bend and I actually liked that, until one of my classmates fell and knocked the breath out of herself. For what seemed like minutes but had to be just seconds, she couldn't breathe. I was first scared for her, then when she was OK, I was scared for me.
We always had a spotter for each person doing the back bend, but I discovered after I did a back bend that my spotter hadn't been ready when I did mine. I had done my back bend just fine, but the fact that she hadn't been paying attention and I could have fallen and lost my breath scared me so bad that I was forever afterward unable to do a back bend. Come to think of it, that's too bad because I was really enjoying it until Jean fell. Why was I always so timid?
Back to the subject at hand. I did hate Dodge Ball. It was always hard to dodge that ball and sometimes it really did hurt. It was better to be one of the circle throwing the ball at someone, however, I couldn't hit anyone with my throw and that put pressure on me, too. I was hopeless at gym activities.
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