Story: Ball to the Face

I still remember this story like it was yesterday. This happened in 2nd grade, and I was still living in Germany. The playground they had were pretty big. Me and my best friend, Christina, would always play on the basketball court, jump roping and playing those hand-clapping games. On the basketball court, they would play soccer on the other side and they would have teachers watching. One day, me and Christina were about to show our friends our little hand-clapping hands. We were very far from the soccer field. We were just on the other side, near this bush. Before we started, we got our hands in position and just as we were about to start, a soccer ball that came at like 90 mph hit me, on the right side of my face. BAM! I fell into the bush, and my friends were screaming out my name. "Marie! Marie!" They were going hysterical. Teachers and the boys from the soccer game they were playing ran over. Of course, I was crying. How can boys about my age kick a soccer ball across the field into my face?! How?! This world is very mysterious. Anyway, the teacher took me to the nurse, and I was stuck with this huge red mark on my face and an ice bag that I had to hold to my face. If I took it off, it would sting. I remember that I rode the bus during that time, and I went to the back section and I saw a guy friend sitting diagonally behind me. He got my attention and told me that he saw the whole incident. He told me a story similar to the incident that happened to me. He said something about a ball hitting his face and he flipped backwards but landed on his feet. A lot of the kids noticed me, because they saw the incident that happened. I stayed quiet for the rest of the ride home and told my parents about the incident. Ever since it happened, everything just started to happen to me and I became a klutz. I got hit with the soccer ball in my privates in 2nd grade again, I got hit with a basketball in face last year just because I didn't pay attention. I got hit with a dodge ball my first year of middle school in the face, I got hit in the back of the head with a ball, I hit the top of my head in the swimming pool while I was practicing the backstroke, I fell down the stairs a month ago, I fell UP the stairs in my home yesterday and at my school and the principal was in front of me when that happened. A lot of things has happened, and I usually don't pay attention to and other times I do notice, but don't notice as quickly. Every time I see a soccer ball, basketball, baseball, any kind of ball, it reminds of the incident that happened in 2nd grade.