Remembering Field Day, 2009
Yesterday I walked down the block, with Emma, a distance of five houses. She started to run at the halfway mark and I chased after her, laughing and shouting, “I’ll catch you.”
I didn’t come close.
What I did, was pull a hamstring. Emma is eight and I guess the truth is now if I were to enter a field day race at Briarwood Elementary School I could neither win, nor finish in the money. Actually, I probably couldn’t finish.
I should mention here that I won the field day fifty yard dash in the fifth grade in Warwick, NY at the high school track, circa 1950, but lost by a step in the sixth grade to Brad Piggery.
I didn’t come close.
What I did, was pull a hamstring. Emma is eight and I guess the truth is now if I were to enter a field day race at Briarwood Elementary School I could neither win, nor finish in the money. Actually, I probably couldn’t finish.
I should mention here that I won the field day fifty yard dash in the fifth grade in Warwick, NY at the high school track, circa 1950, but lost by a step in the sixth grade to Brad Piggery.
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