Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Badminton
Okay, so you all know how much I hate sports sports. Any sport with a ball or birdie I stink at. Anyways, my mom dragged (almost literally) me to the sports center where I was going to take a badminton lesson. I was told what to do and where to get the racket and it went on from there. Fortunately, I survived and there were only 5th graders who I don't know. I think that I did pretty well... I only hit my teacher in the head once, and it wasn't my fault. She was the one who didn't duck... I think that it went better than I thought it would.
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Your Mom was so excited to have you out there in Lynge Hall playing badminton. It brought back lots of childhood memories there in the same building. That is a great facility. So close to the house !
ReplyDeleteI love badminton! It was an elective class in junior high. I was also in volleyball but the ball hit me in the face. At least if you get hit with a birdie in the face, it doesn't hurt as much.
ReplyDeleteLove your comments, Danya. Funny.
ReplyDeleteThe most dangerous badminton'er in Lynge, nicknamed: THE RAPTOR!
I can imagine the scene: Serve, Return, DUCK! Owwwwwww! FIRST AID!
Serve, Return, Owwwwwww! ICE PACK, PLEASE!