Dodgeball

I used to love dodgeball in gym. It was my favorite activity, maybe aside from the trampoline. I was really good at it too. I guess I was just born with the "dodgeball gene". I loved the feel of that red textured ball. I could throw it very hard (I remember the sound of it slamming into the wooden back walls so clearly), and I could catch it several different ways.

I remember one epic match between me and the other good dodgeball player in my class. We went back and forth for quite a while while the "out" part of the class watched from the sidelines. Eventually I got a really good shot at his leg and it bounced off and hit the gym ceiling. I had won. It was such a good feeling. I was dizzy from it the rest of the day.

Zach has inherited this gene too. He plays dodge ball at camp and he loves it as much as I did. He usually wins. I think it has given him newfound confidence in team sports.

Funny how a red rubber bag filled with air can make you feel so good.