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« Last post by Izee on September 27, 2024, 07:01:41 PM »...Dodgeball... 
In High School, when it was raining, they would pull us all into the Gym and have indoor activities. Usually, they split the boys and girls apart, and we did separate things. But, at times they kept us together, and we played 'Dodgeball'. They would place cones along a center line in the Gym, and then set 10 partially deflated volley balls along the line. We would line up against the wall on our side, and when the whistle blew, we would rush to try to get the balls. We would then throw them against the other side, and you had to stay on your side of the cones. If you got hit by a ball, you were out, and had to go to the sidelines.
I LOVED IT!!! It was more fun than calisthenics or dancing. Sometimes they pitted the girls against the boys, and we girls always won!!! Mainly because we were taking it seriously. The guys would tease the girl that they liked, and do a 'dramatic death' scene when they got hit. I liked it because it was fun, and I usually lasted a long time, I would dive to the floor if necessary to avoid getting hit. But, sometimes they took away the cones, so you could run into the other side to pick off a targeted opponent. I liked that version the most, I would run, screaming, into the guys side and make them scatter, and then hit one with the ball and sprint back to my side.
Once, it was just a guy and me left, and he got ALL the balls on his side. I couldn't cross the center to try to snatch a ball and hit him, so the next 5 minutes were boring for everyone else. He would pick up a ball that still had a lot of bounce, and throw it at me. He was strong, so I would have to work hard to dodge it. The ball would hit the back wall, and then roll back to his side. He would be holding another ball, so if I tried to run after the ball, I would be an easy target.
The kids were booing, and cheering...and then I sensed...after 5 minutes of me just dodging, that they wanted to start a new game. So, I came close to the line, and stood straight, and held my hands out to the side in the conventional 'Martyrs Pose', and figured he would hit me in the belly, and the game would be over. The game did end...
...Bastard hit me in the face with a hard throw, and I was NOT acting when I fell down...
In High School, when it was raining, they would pull us all into the Gym and have indoor activities. Usually, they split the boys and girls apart, and we did separate things. But, at times they kept us together, and we played 'Dodgeball'. They would place cones along a center line in the Gym, and then set 10 partially deflated volley balls along the line. We would line up against the wall on our side, and when the whistle blew, we would rush to try to get the balls. We would then throw them against the other side, and you had to stay on your side of the cones. If you got hit by a ball, you were out, and had to go to the sidelines.
I LOVED IT!!! It was more fun than calisthenics or dancing. Sometimes they pitted the girls against the boys, and we girls always won!!! Mainly because we were taking it seriously. The guys would tease the girl that they liked, and do a 'dramatic death' scene when they got hit. I liked it because it was fun, and I usually lasted a long time, I would dive to the floor if necessary to avoid getting hit. But, sometimes they took away the cones, so you could run into the other side to pick off a targeted opponent. I liked that version the most, I would run, screaming, into the guys side and make them scatter, and then hit one with the ball and sprint back to my side.
Once, it was just a guy and me left, and he got ALL the balls on his side. I couldn't cross the center to try to snatch a ball and hit him, so the next 5 minutes were boring for everyone else. He would pick up a ball that still had a lot of bounce, and throw it at me. He was strong, so I would have to work hard to dodge it. The ball would hit the back wall, and then roll back to his side. He would be holding another ball, so if I tried to run after the ball, I would be an easy target.
The kids were booing, and cheering...and then I sensed...after 5 minutes of me just dodging, that they wanted to start a new game. So, I came close to the line, and stood straight, and held my hands out to the side in the conventional 'Martyrs Pose', and figured he would hit me in the belly, and the game would be over. The game did end...
...Bastard hit me in the face with a hard throw, and I was NOT acting when I fell down...
Probably speaks to my mental maturity. In business and practicing Law, I was very formidable. I didn't smile, and wouldn't engage in casual conversation. But, when in a relaxed area, my mind regressed to that of a child...so it was very easy to capture my attention and get me into whatever was going on.
