It was a crisp fall day. I could hear the sounds of happy children drifting in from the playground. I put on my jacket and headed down the hall to report to recess duty. As I was walking down the hall I saw a sweet young innocent child headed toward me. He was carrying a soccer ball and looked like he was in a hurry. I said, "Hey Braeden!" In a split second the ball was thrown in the air headed right for me. I had my hands in my pockets. A moment of panic. Thinking: can't get hands out fast enough!
Smack! Yep, soccer ball right in the face.
Priceless.
I love first grade. Don't you. :)
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