I was a young lad at about the age of 13, i went to the local playground and asked a couple lads my age if they wanted to throw the frisbee around. Once they agreed, we split up across the field. When i threw my frisbee across to them, instead of throwing it back, they just ran off with it. I had to walk home without my frisbee. From this day, i have never seen those lads or my purple frisbee again.
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Quote Originally Posted by seaweed:
I was a young lad at about the age of 13, i went to the local playground and asked a couple lads my age if they wanted to throw the frisbee around. Once they agreed, we split up across the field. When i threw my frisbee across to them, instead of throwing it back, they just ran off with it. I had to walk home without my frisbee. From this day, i have never seen those lads or my purple frisbee again.
I look at this thread as some kind of therapy, but something tells me these sports related emotional anchors we carry aren't going anywhere.
It is amusing to look back and laugh at our own embarrassments though.
they were serious at the moment it happened, but we can laugh at it now and heal from it so it is therapy... It takes alot of courage to talk about things that were embarrassing/shameful.... but it often takes courage to grow through healing
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Quote Originally Posted by Killer_B:
I look at this thread as some kind of therapy, but something tells me these sports related emotional anchors we carry aren't going anywhere.
It is amusing to look back and laugh at our own embarrassments though.
they were serious at the moment it happened, but we can laugh at it now and heal from it so it is therapy... It takes alot of courage to talk about things that were embarrassing/shameful.... but it often takes courage to grow through healing
Buddy of mine was 15 at the time playing Babe Ruth baseball. Hits a single to left field and promptly takes his lead off first base for the first pitch to the next batter. He thinks he has to fart, but gets much more than he planned. Shit all in pants, running down his legs, doesn't know what to do. He decides to run home, not home plate, but literally runs to his house which is eight blocks away from the ball field. He never returned to the team again.
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Buddy of mine was 15 at the time playing Babe Ruth baseball. Hits a single to left field and promptly takes his lead off first base for the first pitch to the next batter. He thinks he has to fart, but gets much more than he planned. Shit all in pants, running down his legs, doesn't know what to do. He decides to run home, not home plate, but literally runs to his house which is eight blocks away from the ball field. He never returned to the team again.
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