This happened when I was in second grade:
My Family and I were at a back to school night. After it was over I was on the blacktop running around. My parents were yelling at us to get in the car because we were leaving. I was planning on heading back to the car once I caught the balloon I’d been chasing. It was dark and I was running full speed with my eyes fixed on the red balloon when smack. I ran straight into a metal pole about head high. One of those poles meant to keep cars out. I headed back to the car with my shoulder aching. But my pride ached worse for letting that damn balloon getaway. My Dad spanked me for making them wait and told me to get in.
My Family and I were at a back to school night. After it was over I was on the blacktop running around. My parents were yelling at us to get in the car because we were leaving. I was planning on heading back to the car once I caught the balloon I’d been chasing. It was dark and I was running full speed with my eyes fixed on the red balloon when smack. I ran straight into a metal pole about head high. One of those poles meant to keep cars out. I headed back to the car with my shoulder aching. But my pride ached worse for letting that damn balloon getaway. My Dad spanked me for making them wait and told me to get in.
