It was Little League baseball season, we're talking T-ball. It was tournament time for the Pirates. Our team color was purple and the only uniform we got back then was a T-shirt. It was a very badly managed tournament so there was like, hours for us to wait in-between games. At least it seemed like that to a kid. Also I remember it being very, very, very hot. The adults grabbed some shade while us kids occupied ourselves until the next game.
In the area we were waiting in was a broken glass bottle, being dumb, daredevils some were running back and forth jumping over it. I soon joined in. Some of the older, bigger kids on team noticed what we were doing and posted themselves just before the bottle trying to give us a shove just before we jumped.
Yeah, we WERE that stupid.
It was great fun, run, duck under the shove, jump, laugh at the antagonizer, repeat.
One of the bigger kids took a special interest in making sure I was the one to get shoved into the bottle. I took note and sat by the Adult in the area, an Assistant coach sitting under one of the trees. My Father was also an Assistant coach but I can't remember what he was doing at the time [on a water run?]. Well the bigger kid would wonder off, I'd get up, jump the bottle a few times, antagonize HIM now, then run back to the safe zone.
The adult, not sure why, gets frustrated, stands up and walks off or told the kid to do what he wanted, I don't remember. I do remember the kid then, to my horror, grabbing me by the wrist and start jerking me towards the bottle. I kicked and screamed, he got help from some of our teammates!
To the bottle we all go, they throw me on top of it, I land in a push-up position over it, the broken glass just under my knee. Someone jumps on the back of my knees driving one into the glass.
I remember the crowd clearing, I turn over, the Head coach is there, I just randomly point to one kid screaming through tears that he did it. Not sure if he was even in on it to be honest.
My Dad comes over asks what happened the Adult just says I was jumping over broken bottles. I screamed he was lying. The entire team backs the coach saying he was telling the truth. The star of the team lil Mackie Jills [name changed of course] offers the sage advice that I should get a beating for calling an adult a liar. Not only was this kid involved in throwing me onto broken glass, he was trying to get my ass whooped after!
On the way to the hospital I keep crying how they lied, my Farther asks how the entire team was lying and I was the only one telling the truth? I would then repeat myself. He eventually told me to just be quiet about it.
After the hospital my Father took me BACK to the ball field where the next game was in progress. I had to go up to bat, hit the ball and limp to first base in front of everyone.
I never thought of vengeance. All that access to bats, all those ripe melons sitting on the bench, the thought never crossed my mind until now... almost 40 years later!
Now I've lived a plentiful life, I've had a lot of worse and better times, why is THIS memory haunting me day and night now?
PTSD? Kind of delayed, huh?