With the sun making a reappearance and treating us to a truly beautiful day on Saturday, I cajoled Michael and Sam into getting out into the park that adjoins our house to kick the soccer ball with me. They'd been enjoying the sun most of the day, but I'd just returned from a couple of hours at work and so was keen to get out and have some fun.
All was going well and we were chasing the ball as much as our inaccurate passing required, right up to the point where Sam chased the ball in amongst the play equipment in the park. He was so focussed on the ball that he was chasing that he failed to notice that he was running straight at a steel horizontal bar that was right at head height.
There was a rather loud clang as he managed to smack his forehead into the bar and then he was flat on his back, tears streaming from his eyes, blood in his mouth and just a little bit the worse for wear.
It would have been funny if it hadn't been such a vicious smash. Fortunately he was ok not too long after, though with a sizeable egg on his forehead which is now starting to bruise nicely.
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