Flying Kick
Once upon a time I was, as many people were, 11 or 12 years old.

My younger brother and I used to fight like cats and dogs at the time and many hilarious injuries would occur.

But this was my favourite.

We were arguing in the living room about who's He-Man figure was the best or something, and something made him really, really angry.

He ran at me, full pelt, before launching into an epic-looking flying kick.

Somehow, I stepped out of the way at the last second.

He went flying into the sofa.

And disappeared.

Somehow he'd managed to land perfectly between the sofa cushions and got himself wedged inside - completely concealed from view.

I couldn't breathe for laughing while his muffled rage emanated from within this soft, comfortable prison.

Ah, the good old days.
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 18:41, Reply)