For some reason this reminds me of the time Dad broke a home made boomerang on the bag of my leg when I was about 4 years old. I was on a little rise watching him throw it and it came around and knocked my right down. He was so frightened of what he could have done. He wanted to carry me home but I wanted to walk to show I was ok.
For some reason this reminds me of the time Dad broke a home made boomerang on the bag of my leg when I was about 4 years old. I was on a little rise watching him throw it and it came around and knocked my right down. He was so frightened of what he could have done. He wanted to carry me home but I wanted to walk to show I was ok.