I Tawt I Taw Double

It is quite similar as an adult except we drink an abundance of coffee while anxiously watching to see if we can binge a tv before it’s another day. 

Gone are the days of watching beloved animated cartoons escape dynamite and gun shots because people have deemed Looney Tunes to be too violent.

So instead we watch people escape bombs and gun shots. And that’s just on Grey’s Anatomy, never mind the news.

The cartoons now-a-days focus on learning and being kind to one another. I’m all for it, except for Mickey Mouse’s new voice.

Cartoons may have changed but everyone still knows the symbolic meaning behind stars orbiting over one’s head…

In Wisdom Teeth, I caused confusion. Today, I experienced confusion.

When I was a Parks Play Leader for 3 consecutive summers, I loved the time outdoors, learning and creating memories with the kids. However, I equally enjoyed the end of day knowing I was about to shower off kids’ germs, glitter and the thought of having future children.

One afternoon, my co-leader and myself were anxiously watching the minutes pass by as the end of the work day neared. 

I could already taste my mom’s home cooked meal – oh to be a student again.

We were lounging on the grass watching some of the kids kick the soccer ball around. I am aware that we should have been participating with the kids, but I was young, dumb and not very good at soccer. 

One of the participants was trying to get my attention and  booted the soccer ball directly at me from about 5 feet away.

In that moment there was something that I wanted to boot. 

He quickly got my attention when the ball ricocheted off the crown of my head. Cue the stars I was mentioning earlier. 

As I slowly stood up, I glanced towards the playground and saw double (because 50 kids were not enough). 

I wobbled like new born Bambi to the washroom. But if it would have been a sobriety test, I would have failed and much like how I assume those tests conclude, my head was in the toilet bowl. 

The next day I made the dreaded call into work explaining that the doctor had deemed it a concussion.

So back to bed I went, no TV watching for me. 

A couple years later I was visiting the Parks Play program where I saw the not-so-little boy. When I reminded him of this event he smirked and said, “I remember that day like it was yesterday.” 

Apparently there  is no remorse for cwushing my wittle head.