School Sports Day
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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I always came last in any race.
Every sports days, Mum and Dad would always come and watch me race. I'd race my ickle heart out and always come last :o( , but my Dad would always run in the Dads race and win. He always gave me his winners rosette.
So last year, at my daughters sports day, I went to watch. Like her Mummy, she ran her ickle heart out and came last. So when it came to the Mummys race, I thought "I'll run and try and win for her". Even though I'd lost all those races, years before, I thought I had a better chance (cos I do regular exercise) of winning now.
So a few Mums line up, Head Teacher shouts 'GO' and I run my ickle heart out.....
I came last.
My daughter loved it though, cos as I was running my top rode up abit and people could see my belly.
Oh well, at least she felt better about losing :oD
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 20:09, Reply)
Every sports days, Mum and Dad would always come and watch me race. I'd race my ickle heart out and always come last :o( , but my Dad would always run in the Dads race and win. He always gave me his winners rosette.
So last year, at my daughters sports day, I went to watch. Like her Mummy, she ran her ickle heart out and came last. So when it came to the Mummys race, I thought "I'll run and try and win for her". Even though I'd lost all those races, years before, I thought I had a better chance (cos I do regular exercise) of winning now.
So a few Mums line up, Head Teacher shouts 'GO' and I run my ickle heart out.....
I came last.
My daughter loved it though, cos as I was running my top rode up abit and people could see my belly.
Oh well, at least she felt better about losing :oD
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 20:09, Reply)
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