It was just another day of recess, except this time, we had a real game of kickball in action (on an actual field rather than the blacktop with children jump roping in the middle of the game). We had a dad playing on one team, while I played one inning on the other team. Our bases were make-shift (a kid's jacket, pile of existing dirt, water bottle, and the edge of the track) and sometimes hard to find, but everyone agreed. The teams were somewhat even (but of course my team had the advantage cause I was playing) and we were ready to go.
I took my turn kicking and because of the ridiculously strong wind, got out on a fly ball. I never get out. I always make at least a double play. I refused to embarrass myself anymore and lose the respect of my students, so I was done for the day. I would give it another chance on a less windy day. I was of course, the best kickball playing teacher. My kids brag about it, and I sort of do as well.
While "supervising" for the rest of the game, kids were having problems finding the bases. I would tell them where it was, but most of the time, they would get tagged out before they got near it. Here comes the drama...
One of the kids in my class is standing about 20 yards away from the water bottle base and has no idea he isn't even close. I yell, "Hey Brayden, the base is up there." He tries running towards it when another kid yells, "You're OUT!" Brayden immediately comes to me and says, "YOU RUINED MY RECESS!!!!!!!!!!!" And storms off crying.
Come on, did one silly out during kickball ruin the kid's entire recess? Probably not!
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