Dare to Dimple
“No. There is absolutely no way I could make it.”
“Oh, come on, sure you could! I dare you to try.”
My eyes snapped up at the last sentence. You see, I pride myself on being a morally upright… determined… very stupid person. When I give you my word, I’ll do my absolute best to see it through. Unfortunately, when I am dared to do something, the same principle applies.
Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? I was landing in the foam pit, for goodness sake. It’s not like I was going to be permanently maimed in some ridiculous way, on my face no less, right?
Oh, if only I had known.
If only Rachel hadn’t dared me to try a standing double back into the pit.
If only I hadn’t been dumb enough to say yes.
So there I was, standing at the edge of the pit, arms raised above me, regretting ever walking over there to find Rachel somehow making double backs from a standstill.
“I really think this is a bad idea…”
“Come on, Dee, it’s easy. You’ll be fine!”
Anyway, I went for it, jumping and tucking as hard as I could in the hope not to land on my head. One revolution… one and a quarter… one and a half…
I landed. On my head. As I came down, my knee, which was already in its bent, tucked position, came down on my face, hard.
Upside down and seeing stars, I pulled myself out of the pit, making sure I had all my teeth (I did, thankfully), to find Rachel, concerned but still cracking up. Not that I could blame her.
By the end of practice, my cheek had swollen and gotten a beautiful bruise about the size and color of a plum. I didn’t really mind; there was no lasting damage to my teeth, and I had successfully proved my point to Rachel: there was no way I could make it.
Weeks passed, the bruise lessening each day, until eventually all of the color had gone. But there was still a small indent where my knee had made its impact. It looked like a dimple had formed. How odd. But I was sure it would disappear after a while.
About three months after this ordeal, the dimple had yet to fade. So, when I was at a yearly checkup, I casually mentioned it to the doctor.
Oh, don’t worry, she had told me. It’s just a hematoma. It should break down eventually. The whole dimple should be gone in five, six months, tops, rest assured.
That was five years ago, and the dimple hasn’t shown any sign of leaving, not that I mind. I mean, how many people can say that they kicked themselves a dimple?