That Time I Was Playing Baseball

When I was around 8 years old (pretty sure that was my age back then), I was playing Baseball at our local club. It was a really awkward situation. I was too young to play with the teenagers, but too old to play with the kiddies. (That's what my mom said once.)

But what I distinctly remember is that the universe absolutely wanted to stop me from playing. Now and then I would get sun allergy during training (basically just a very bad itch all over my body).

Then there was the time when I was positioned in the Outfield. The ball came flying straight towards me. I raised my glove, the ball came and hit me straight in the forehead. I'm not sure if I blacked out, but my cap was blown from my head and I was lying in the grass until people came to check on me.

Then another time, I broke my arm, because I stood too close to the home plate when the pitcher threw the ball. I took the swing, ball flying straight at my arm. Broken for 6 weeks.

Then there was that other time a ball hit me in the head. It was our turn for hitting the ball and I already picked my helmet for when I was supposed to go. Someone told me they needed my helmet, because no other fit them. I gave up the helmet and not even a minute later, our guy hits the ball so fucking bad, the ball flies into the dugout, bounces off of two walls and hits me in the side of the head. From the on it was decided I should always wear a helmet.

I can't make this shit up.

Our field was damaged during a storm one time and I haven't heard from them since.

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[Kinder der Nacht]

Welp, on the bright side, you sure were one hell of a fighter with just way too many battle scars...