Chidhood story

This one I am putting on here, because an old friend of mine from my childhood would love to read this..

It was around the time when I was oh about 7 or 8 years of age.. We were all playing tag at a Friends house.

We were all running around like chickens with our heads cut off! trying not to get tagged. (we all know how no one ever wanted to be the "IT" person.)

I was running here, there, and everywhere.. Dodging the tags. Out running the "it" person.. I thought that I was so fast. Not getting tagged.

Well let's just say I got tagged in a very different hard way...

See there is this really tall shiny thing in his front yard.. Most people call it a flagpole.. Well that day I called it my worst enemy..

I was running through the front yard looking back over my shoulder at the "IT" person. When I turned back around (cuz I knew the street was coming up) to make a quick turn to stay in the yard...

WHHHHAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

I hit that big old flag pole! right smack dab on my forehead.. Laid me out cold on the ground..
Well after all the kids had a good laugh. My friends mom and dad came out to see if I was OK.. His dad picked me up and asked if I was OK.. His mom had put an ice pack on my head and gave me a Popsicle.. She called my mom to let her know what had happened.. I don't know what my mom had said but, it had to be something like "Is he bleeding or unconscious?" because I didn't have to go home.

For those of you who are wondering... Yes I had a huge welt on my head for a couple of days, and yes I continued to play tag until we all got called home for dinner....