20 October 2010
nature walk faux pas
Lucy's kindy (preschool) had an outing this morning to one of our lovely city parks to see all the Spring lambs, chicks and calves. All the teachers, children and some of the parents set off on a one hour hike through cowpat-laden paddocks, over steep stiles and through farmgates (yes we're still in the city). At the end of the walk we all had morning tea and afterwards a few ball games.
If you look at the last two images above you will see where the children climbed up to, to play toss and catch with the balls. A few of us remained on the ground to catch and then thrown the balls back to the children. It looked like a lot of fun, so when one came my way, and me being reasonably competitive, I kicked it. I kicked it quite hard as all the balls I had seen were those lightweight, spongy types which needed the extra effort to make the distance, especially in the wind. To my horror, the ball I so enthusiastically kicked was in fact a very heavy, hard ball which fired off like a missile, hitting a small child in the side of the head and then ricocheting off him at speed to hit a nearby older teacher in the face.
I felt so naughty. I immediately rushed up to apologise but honestly I felt I was reliving some horror event at school. Utterly mortifying. I really don't know how I will face the teacher on Friday morning.