childhood memory

Okay. I was about two years of age. I was living in New York at the time. I was sitting in a car seat in the doorway to the backyard. My dad and my sister Jacqui were playing wiffleballand my sister had an enormous red plastic bat. My dad threw a ball, my sister hit it, and it breezed right by my head. then my dad was up to bat. He hits hit hard and it whizzes right past my head. I sit up and freak out. so then i am sitting there and my dad brings back a juice box and a carrot. i loved carrots. So my dad would buy me carrots like every day and i would eat them raw. yup. i loved carrots. i don't care for them now though. so finally my dad was pitching again. My dad threw the ball, my sister hit it, and line drove it right for my head. I was just watching the ball like it was a 3-D movie except it didn't stop. It just kept going and going and going until...BAM! The ball hit me square in the forehead. I didn't know what to do. I just laid back for a moment and was silent. I just laid there doing nothing. i didn't know what to do. I looked like i do after any math class...oops. Well, after about a minute, I started crying then my dad brought me a juice box and I started laughing.

I learned that I will never play baseball or especially wiffleball ever again. I am quite positive that i am afraid of wiffleballs. yes. I will never again play wiffleball.

About me

I am Brian Butler. I am a senior in school and intend to pursue music education in college next year...hopefully. I have a dog named Yogi. I have four siblings, Kathy, Jacqui, Sammy, and Justin. I was born in New York. yup. so here's a question for ya. How do you feel about books?