FRISBEE MADNESS!!!!!!!!!

This afternoon I was at the park throwing the frisbee with my dad, and my dog, and my mom, and...my sister, and I had an epiphany: frisbees are pretty darn coolio. That's right, I said it. Just think about it. It's a disk, of plastic, that can fly 100 feet and smack a nine year old girl square in the mouth. I promise, it wasn't intentional (is what I told my mom, but we all know the real truth). There just isn't anything quite as fun as running around a field with your family, throwing the good ol' frisbee at each other's faces. The sad thing is, I don't think enough people appreciate just how fun it it, and the frisbee has been forgotten, save for colledge aged hipsters and apparently my family. So, I implore anyone reading this, try it out. Throw the frisbee around a few times. It's a wonderful experience. Hopefully, next weekend, there will be 2 more peepes out there with their familys, hucking the plastic disk of life (at least that's what I call it).

The basic idea

Right now, I would love, more than anything in the entire world, to tell you the story of how I got intested in the frisbee. I was taught the ancient art of frisbee throwing by my Grampa Bill. GB could be best described as, well, a hippy. He wears epic tie-die shirts, has a pony tail, smokes pot (just kidding, if he did, I would have shared that experience as well [not really]) and, plays frisbee, which is pretty hippy-ish. One day, I was over at his and my Gramma's house. It's in Salt Lake, so he drove me to this really seedy inner-city park. I was around eight, and was pretty freaked out by all the stinky bums that slumbered up against the tree trunks and on the benches. GB proceeded to whip out a frisbee, and asked me "Have you ever played frisbee?" No. "You have to try it, Nay, here, this is how you hold it." We spent the rest of the afternoon throwing the frisbee back and forth, back and forth, homeless people watching us all the while. By the end of the afternoon, I was actually pretty proficient, and  at least ten percent of my throws went relatively strait. I know it's a momumental achievement. All the while, GB was patient, kind, and I could tell he was having a lot of fun.

I realize now that  when learning to frisbee, I had an experience that a lot of people may not have. I learnt a skill from an elder. It was like I was an Jedi Apprentice, learning the deep and ancient powers of the force. Not really, but it was such a profound experience, having this person with so much more experience than you teach you a skill, with such tenderness and willingness for you to suceed. I knew at that moment that there was hope for this planet, if two human beings can share an experience, and grow and learn from it in such a way that me and GB did that day. Sappy, huh?