Grade 6... walking around Heritage Park with my Dad. Some kids were playing catch with a football, when one toss went off target. It was heading right for my Dad's stomach. A split second before it did, I reached over and snaged it with the tip tickling his bellybutton. I looked down and hadn't realized what I just did until I looked up at him...
I wish I had that feeling more often. My life is filled with so much mediocraty (sp?) that I don't experience that euphoria that often...
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