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» Real-life slapstick
Space-hoppers are weapons now?
Back when I was a youngster (about 7 or 8), all the kids in my street would play together during the summer, mainly involving water fights, sticky-weed fights (anyone else remember that?), and of course, fist fights.
One day, there were 4 or 5 of us atop a hill in my neighbours garden. Only about 10 feet tall (the hill, not me), we couldn't get into too much trouble running up and down it, or so I thought.
As it was my turn to peg it down the hill, my older neighbour bowled a Space-hopper after me. Catching my heel, it was hurled into the air as I continued to run. Upon approaching the bottom of the hill, gravity did what it does best, and brought said Space-hopper crashing down into the back of my head.
I landed on my face, and my momentum ensured that there was a small trench of sorts, about a meter long, created by my face as it helped me grind to a halt.
Took a while to pick all the grass and dirt out of the cuts...
Apologies for length. First post, please be gentle!
(Tue 26th Jan 2010, 20:14, More)
Space-hoppers are weapons now?
Back when I was a youngster (about 7 or 8), all the kids in my street would play together during the summer, mainly involving water fights, sticky-weed fights (anyone else remember that?), and of course, fist fights.
One day, there were 4 or 5 of us atop a hill in my neighbours garden. Only about 10 feet tall (the hill, not me), we couldn't get into too much trouble running up and down it, or so I thought.
As it was my turn to peg it down the hill, my older neighbour bowled a Space-hopper after me. Catching my heel, it was hurled into the air as I continued to run. Upon approaching the bottom of the hill, gravity did what it does best, and brought said Space-hopper crashing down into the back of my head.
I landed on my face, and my momentum ensured that there was a small trench of sorts, about a meter long, created by my face as it helped me grind to a halt.
Took a while to pick all the grass and dirt out of the cuts...
Apologies for length. First post, please be gentle!
(Tue 26th Jan 2010, 20:14, More)