I was in 4th grade at
Hubble Elementary.
Eddie Van Patten was
in 6th grade.
He was a big kid, even
for a 12-year-old.
He had a bowl cut,
and freckles.
Eddie was a
troublemaker,
but he never
bothered me.
One bitter cold
January afternoon,
he slipped on a
patch of ice,
hit the back of
his head and died.
Mr. Maguire, the
gym coach said,
It was the occipital bone.
We were all told
to feel the back of
our heads.
The coaches\' eyes
didn\'t have that
sparkle anymore.
He said,
“You have to
learn how to
fall, always protect
the back of your head.
If you don’t land right,
It can kill you.”
For the next
week, we practiced
tumbling and
learning to fall the
right way.
I was sad for
Eddie, but I wanted
to play dodgeball.