I could tell you the story of my first Frisbee.
I was six years old. My friends and I were playing in our yard. My mom had gone to the store. A neighbor was keeping an eye on us. We started talking about "flying saucers."
I got one of my "Little Golden Books." It was a thin children's book.
I said, "Here's my flying saucer," as I flung it to one of my friends. He tossed it back. Several of us began tossing the book around the way you would throw a Frisbee.
When my mom arrived home and saw what we were doing, we received a stern reprimand for throwing books around. "But, it's a flying saucer," I protested.
"I have to run another errand," she said, as she took firm possession of the book. "When I get back, I'll have a flying saucer for you. In the meantime, no more throwing books."
"Okay," I said. Even though we were disappointed, we found something else to do.
When Mom got back, she handed me a plastic disk, something I had never seen before. "Here is a real flying saucer," she said. It was one of the first Frisbees to appear in stores. My friends and I were thrilled. A real flying saucer!
I enjoyed tossing Frisbees since that day - until now. Sadly, because of a shoulder injury, I am no longer able to throw a Frisbee.
I've written a few stories about memorable events in my life. If you are interested, you might start with this one:
