Pong
Staff Sergeant
A few hours ago I had an encounter that nearly had me in a gurney headed for the emergency room.
Okay, here's what happened.
Me and a couple of my friends are playing a modified version of 'Hide and Seek' (Yes I still play this game, I often get bored of just playing video games and go out on the street) in which we hide our slippers instead of our whole body. (Which makes it even difficult)
Now, I'm rushing out to hide my own slipper, when I go out of my neighbor's house and all of a sudden I find myself lying on the asphalt street.
Apparently a motorcycle, which had a sidecar hitched to it and was transporting soft drinks, had hit me.
No, it's not "Life Flashing Before My Eyes Thing" but rather, a gaze up into the overcast sky and I got up. For a moment my knee hurts, and I found the guy asking if I was okay. I kept telling him, yes I was good.
Well, 60 seconds later the guy left and still asking me if I was good. I kept telling him I was.
Now, the reason I'm posting this is because I haven't told my good ole' parents, and only my best friend knows about this accident. The reason I didn't tell them is because I'd get trapped inside this house, and I wouldn't be able to get out.
Well my stupidity to run across the street and my timing nearly got me to a gurney, so I didn't blame the guy for nearly running me over.
Just to get this off my head.
-Arlo
Okay, here's what happened.
Me and a couple of my friends are playing a modified version of 'Hide and Seek' (Yes I still play this game, I often get bored of just playing video games and go out on the street) in which we hide our slippers instead of our whole body. (Which makes it even difficult)
Now, I'm rushing out to hide my own slipper, when I go out of my neighbor's house and all of a sudden I find myself lying on the asphalt street.
Apparently a motorcycle, which had a sidecar hitched to it and was transporting soft drinks, had hit me.
No, it's not "Life Flashing Before My Eyes Thing" but rather, a gaze up into the overcast sky and I got up. For a moment my knee hurts, and I found the guy asking if I was okay. I kept telling him, yes I was good.
Well, 60 seconds later the guy left and still asking me if I was good. I kept telling him I was.
Now, the reason I'm posting this is because I haven't told my good ole' parents, and only my best friend knows about this accident. The reason I didn't tell them is because I'd get trapped inside this house, and I wouldn't be able to get out.
Well my stupidity to run across the street and my timing nearly got me to a gurney, so I didn't blame the guy for nearly running me over.
Just to get this off my head.
-Arlo
