Frisbee Alone

Across from our home was a large open field. It was the perfect place to toss a Frisbee back and forth.

But no one wanted to play, so I had to toss it and chase it down by myself. Eventually I realized I could throw the plastic disc and by running as fast as possible, I could catch it before it hit the ground.

It didn’t occur to me until years later that there was a reason no one wanted to play. I had caused so much trouble, area kids did their best to avoid me.

Somewhere in my mind I can hear my Grandma Lola’s voice: Too late we get too smart. As a kid I didn’t understand what she meant by this folksy comment.

But I get it now.

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