My family started a new holiday tradition a few years ago and this year was our third annual nerf war. My little sister hosted it at her house this year since all of her roommates were gone and she has a pretty cool back yard. We started off the usual way, picking teams and wearing red or green bandannas. We play capture the flag. We start off at a tree and you have to get the flag back to the tree. If you’re shot you put your gun up and have to go back to the tree to get back in. Simple enough. We played two rounds where my team, the red team won both times. I know, we are good.
After a break we decided we were going to change it and play zombie. This is every man for them self. Everyone is a human except for one, which was my 3 year old niece. Everyone hid and she had to find us. If she touched you, you became a zombie and you put your gun down and go after the other humans. The last human standing won. Same rules apply for the zombies that if you got shot you go to the tree. Well I turned into a zombie got shot and went to the tree. After I touched the tree I saw my dad in the house and went after him. I was right on his tail running down the stairs and he dove over he couch and I fell down the stairs! It was like my feet came off the stairs and I was in the air, slammed down on my butt and back and slid down a quite a few stairs. I couldn’t stop myself. Then my dad gets off the couch and shoots me with his nerf gun. I just laid there. It hurt so bad! But we laughed about it, until now as I’m laying on the couch writing this in pain. It hurts to sit down and stand up! Typical me. Clumsy as ever. Forever tragic. Maybe 2016 will turn a new leaf. Until then I’ll just sit here with my broken butt.
(Sad that we didn’t take any pictures this time, all I have is this text to my other sister who couldn’t come)