There I was, scuffing the grass like a rearing bull, upset with a girl there because she had no intention of going along or playing off the arm of whatever grand make-believe movie I was trying to make with her, and at some point a Frisbee entered the equation. We tossed it back and forth at each other for a minute or so, and she just couldn't throw the thing right--it'd always end up rolling back somewhere toward the bushes and the trees, and I'd always have to go fish it out "because I was closer." I began purposely throwing it wrong just to get back at her for her lame "girl-tosses."
A bit of a shouting match ensued, and on one of her turns, she winged that thing with a perfect precision there-before unseen--on target too, right between my eyes. Clonk! It hit my face so hard I fell over backwards, and my eye and nose stung for a few minutes. She wasn't trying to be mean, but couldn't help from cracking up, which got me so enraged I stormed off to tell on her. I really played it up too when I got to the sliding glass door--"she hit me on purpose!"
That sitter did the right thing. She said, "Oh don't be a crybaby. You're not hurt," and I swear the second she said that, the "pain" was gone. If only she'd been good at it, I thought, then I could say it was on purpose! Getting a girl in trouble always was close to impossible. So that day I learned that when it comes to hitting someone with a Frisbee, it's only okay if it doesn't leave a mark. In fact, when it comes to angry boys, it's 5 points for the arm, 20 points for the head!