It was the end of Field Hockey season and we were packing up to go home. Morty had just clothes-lined his face on a rope fence and mom was tending to him. I was watching her walk towards me me when all of a sudden I felt someone wack me HARD on the side of the head. I closed my eyes and heard my coach yell my moms name super loud.
Next thing I knew there was a group around me. Apparently, I had been wracked on the face with a Field Hockey stick someone was carrying the wrong way. It scared me more than anything but boy did it leave a mark. My first shiner!!!
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