I have a lump on my head. I usually forget it's there. every once in a great while it hurts, and I'm reminded of how it got there.
I was in first grade. it was recess and I was swinging. one of the second graders gave me a (too hard) push. my swing went flying forward, too high.
I tumbled off. I landed on my head*.
this was before the days of sand under swingsets. it was pavement, the same black pavement that was the backdrop for the yellow lines of the tether ball circles and four square, well, squares.
it really hurt.
I was trying to be brave. the girl who pushed me was not the nicest. she would tease me if she saw me cry.
but I couldn't help it. tears welled up in my eyes. she looked at them, and her face went white.
she realized she'd caused them.
she ran over to me and quickly walked with me to the nurses office. she explained what happened. said it was all her fault. I managed through my sobs to insist it wasn't.
she left me to be mended by the nurse.
I'd like to say we became friends after that. but that was not the case. she was a nicer bully in the future, but I avoided her still years later when we played soccer together in high school. she remained not the nicest.
that bump will always remind me not to push anyone too hard. it's difficult to foresee when a little too much pushing might cause someone a bumpy landing. I'd rather not cause any more bumpy landings, I've had enough of my own.
* yes, feel free to insert the appropriate that explains a great deal about you joke here. sadly this was just the first (I think) of many head injuries...