It all started when mom put me into kindergarten at a Christian school. I don't remember much of the school except for the outside of the office and the playground. The playground wasn't anything too big, just a play-set, monkey bars and the ever coveted tire swing. The older kids (6th graders) always had first dibs so it left us kindergartners either waiting in line for what seemed like three years or we just always were on the play-set.
Today was the day that one of us --a kindergartner-- got on the swing. He even got a sixth grader to push him! We all watched in awe as he went higher than even the sixth graders had gone. He swung back and forth for a good couple minutes and his turn was almost up, when, at the very highest point the chain for the tire swing broke.
He and the tire landed somewhat safely, as it seemed he would only have a bruised butt, but then he opened his mouth and blood poured out. He had bitten off the tip of his tongue.
I think it's safe to say, nobody came out unscathed from that experience.
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HumorI'm sure you've had them too. Mine just happen to be written down for all to see.
