When I was in elementary school kickball was played like baseball. A ball was rolled to the kicker and after it shot off you tried to run the bases before the ball was returned and you were tagged with it. Thursday I volunteered in Mr. B's class and got to enjoy afternoon recess with him playing the new kickball. The new, and not really improved, kickball consists of two teams on two opposing sides of a court (think tennis court except it's not a tennis court) divided by the horizontal center line. If you want to earn points you simply have to kick the ball over the fence (about 18 feet high - there is one at each end of the court) from no closer than center court.
I ROCKED kickball. I was so good that my teammates would catch balls and bring them to me to kick instead of trying to kick them on their own. The kids on the receiving end had moved to the far side of the fence and would throw their arms up, screaming in anticipation each time I got a new ball. By the power of my bionic right leg I earned hero status from both sides. On my own team I was told, "We're winning!" several times as I was handed the ball. From the opposing team I was told, "You're awesome!" by some of the pint size players as the end of recess bell sounded.
Let me tell you, it felt good to dominate the kickball court. Mr. B literally glowed with pride that I was his mom. I held my head high and my chest out the rest of the day and told everyone within ear shot of my success and blatantly ignored the rude comments about my being so much bigger than these 5 to 7 year old wanna be master kickers. Size doesn't matter, it's all about skill and natural talent. :-)
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