Katie's POV
Kickball. The game to play at recess in grade school. For anyone who hasn't played kickball, it's pretty much baseball, but instead of hitting a baseball, you kick a ball.
You would think that kicking a ball and running around bases would get old by the time you get to high school, but no. Kickball is the main activity in gym class.
So, here I was, a freshman in high school, playing kickball on a patch of grass smashed between my school and a field full of cows.
It was the holiday season, and everyone was pumped because winter break was in two days. It was our last gym class of the semester, and the teacher decided we needed music while playing our intense game of kickball.
Both teams were riled up. The score was tied, and we only had five minutes to play until we had to go back inside.
So, the teacher comes back out with the music. You would think he would chose something peppy, like Jingle Bells, or Frosty the Snowman. Instead he choses White Christmas. Nothing will get you more psyched to win a kickball game than White Christmas. (Note the Sarcasm)
So, amidst screams of 'FOUL!' and 'HE WAS SAFE!', Bing Crosby belted out White Christmas. Just imagine it, readers, thirty kids yelling, throwing, catching, sprinting, and arguing while docile music played in the background.
This is one of the moments in my life when I wonder what in the world I am doing, playing a hard-core sport listening to Bing Crosby.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Christmas songs, only own the plot