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Like this, but IRL:
I was in fifth grade and I was on the playground at recess. Fourth grader named Richard is just jogging toward the field to play soccer or something, and his path takes him just in front of Megan and her friend. For whatever reason, Megan kicks her foot out just perfectly on target as he's about to cross in front of her, and connects dead-on. Like she was semi-high stepping, and not with much force but accuracy more than sufficient to make up for it. It was kind of like seeing the face of God.
Anyway, Richard flies up in the air like he stepped on a landmine or something, and lands crying and grabbing his balls.
A little while after recess Richard was sitting in the "pod" area in between where the classrooms are, STILL crying and with both hands on his balls, waiting to talk to the teachers. Megan got in trouble, the extent of which I never found out.
I was in fifth grade and I was on the playground at recess. Fourth grader named Richard is just jogging toward the field to play soccer or something, and his path takes him just in front of Megan and her friend. For whatever reason, Megan kicks her foot out just perfectly on target as he's about to cross in front of her, and connects dead-on. Like she was semi-high stepping, and not with much force but accuracy more than sufficient to make up for it. It was kind of like seeing the face of God.
Anyway, Richard flies up in the air like he stepped on a landmine or something, and lands crying and grabbing his balls.
A little while after recess Richard was sitting in the "pod" area in between where the classrooms are, STILL crying and with both hands on his balls, waiting to talk to the teachers. Megan got in trouble, the extent of which I never found out.
