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Holli! Erika!! Come on over! I'll teach you how to punch!
Holli! Erika!! Come on over! I'll teach you how to punch!
Look out it's a trick! The first lesson in punching is don't volunteer to be a punching bag.
I think I should warn everyone that offering to teach me to fight means taking your life into your hands, and possibly my life too.
I needed new glasses after I took volleyball in 9th-grade gym, because I got hit in the head so often. Coordination: not my strong point.
Look out it's a trick! The first lesson in punching is don't volunteer to be a punching bag.
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I needed new glasses after I took volleyball in 9th-grade gym, because I got hit in the head so often. Coordination: not my strong point.
I'm a total klutz. And, like ita, I bruise very easily. Once a friend and I spent a 20-min car ride punching each other in the thigh. The next day I had a bruise the size of a grapefruit. She had nothing.
because I got hit in the head so often.
note for belated graduation gift: crash helmet for Holli.
Once a friend and I spent a 20-min car ride punching each other in the thigh.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to play rugby....
Hey! I mostly only get hit in the head when playing sports. The rest of the time, I'm mostly walking into door frames or opening filing cabinet drawers onto my feet.
Coordination: not my strong point.
Holli is me.
opening filing cabinet drawers onto my feet.
I've ruined two or three pairs of shoes doing that.
Then there was the time I passed out in my bedroom after a much too hot shower, falling into my bookcase and causing a large wooden cassette tape case to fall on my head. My eye was the prettiest shade of purple for a week. And getting stitches in my cheek was no fun either. Of course, nobody believed me when I told them what happened, so I started making up outrageous stories. (As a funny aside, I met my husband a couple of days later. He thought I was getting beat up by an abusive boyfriend.)
IOW, I feel the pain of klutziness.