Just Smashing (MEMC)
For about a year after I wouldn’t let anyone talk about it.
Here’s what down:
I was, let’s say, eleven. We had some family up at our house, and a good friend of ours was over to visit.
It was nice out, so we decided to head out and whack around a whiffle ball. An innocent game, would you agree?
I take this moment to mention we shared a driveway with a next door neighbor.
My grandfather gently tossed the whiffle ball to me. I took a hearty whack at it.
We all watch, I in horror, as the ball goes sailing from my bat, through the air, and connecting with my neighbor’s window with a sickening crash!
Did I mention the family friend that was over happened to also be a contractor?