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Cherry Bombing

When I was 8 I was dying to experience a cherry bomb. You are probably wondering what I am talking about so let me explain. I’m not sure they still have teeter totters around but this is where cherry bombing originated.

One person has to weigh more than the other for it to work. The heavier person sits down as hard as they can sending the lighter person on the high end coming up out of their seat a little. This is what we called cherry bombing when I was a kid.

I begged my aunt to do this for weeks. One day while we were at the park I finally talked her into it. Boy was that a mistake. The next thing I knew I was laying on the ground propped against a pole about 15 feet from where I had started. Luckily I blacked out and wasn’t aware of my 8 year old body flying through the air.

When I landed my head struck a bolt that left behind a nice round hole at the crown of my skull. My hair was pink as well as my shirt. My aunt was panicked. Yet aside from a sore head I was luckily fine. When we got home my mom’s face turned white. I think that was the point when I realized just how bloody I was. I wasn’t in much pain so I didn’t realize how bad it looked to anyone else.

Needless to say my mom rushed me to the hospital. Once I was checked out and given the all clear my mom’s anger began to kick in. I realized what I had done. I had gotten my aunt in a ton of trouble with my mom. I felt terribly guilty.

Now when I look back I still feel guilty. Granted she was an adult and should have known better, but I was relentless. Needless to say that was my first and last cherry bomb.

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Posted on August 5th, 2014 by Anonymous

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