I must have been 10 years old... A kid I knew in school met me over
at Centennial High field a couple blocks from my house. He had some golf
clubs and balls. We were going to hit golf balls around the big open
field behind the football field. He knocked his way over in the open,
then I did the same. When I ran over to where my ball was, I swang the
club back, then swang away.
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| FOUR!! |
When
I looked down... To my surprise and imediate disgust, the ball wasn't
there at all, what I hit was the head of a white rabbit in a hole. There
was nothing but blood and gore! I felt so sick, dropped the club and
ran home.
Seems
like every time I try to raise my head up to try and venture out of my
hole that I must stay in... It gets whacked off one way or the other.
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