My poor dad...
...As a child, didn't have a TV, didn't have a dad (blame TB), and lived in an extremely remote area. He'd never played with a ball, never seen cricket, nor heard of rugby.

His first ever sporting event at school... Cricket. The poor lad, aged 7, stood in his new and rather uncomfy cricket boots, watching this confusing 'game' unfold infront of him for the very first time.

His horror was truly realised as the ball came rolling to his feet, and stopped. He looked around, with a lump in his throat, and asked out loud "should I throw it, or kick it Sir?" and wondered.... "well, the game is called 'kick-it', I wonder if now is the time to do so, as I've not seen anyone else do it yet" Answer, (amongst laughter) "Do whatever you want Humpty"

He broke his big toe, and the ball didn't go very far at all.

His eyes well up when he tells the story. Bless his cotton sox.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Tue 11 Jan 2005, 7:09, Reply)