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I have a funny story that could have only happened in the 80's. About 1984 I had a cool pair of fire red parachute pants. Wore them during PE class one day. We didn't have locker rooms so we did PE in whatever we wore. That day we played dodgeball (which in 7th grade gets pretty violent and competitive). Someone threw the ball at me and of course if you catch the ball then that person is out. The ball was coming in kinda low in front of me and I ran up and slid on my knees and caught the ball. Now normally when I did this manuever in jeans it was no problem Unfortunately in parachute pants (what were those things anyway? Nylon?) the move turned out to have a bad side effect. The act of sliding across the floor caused friction that heated up the knees of my pants and they caught on fire! I was on my knees rejoicing in getting some kid out of the game when I realized my knees were hot as hell. I jumped up and saw the material on my knees was smouldering. I dropped the ball and started slapping my knees trying to get the melting material to stop burning me. A softball size hole had melted on each knee and the stuff was stuck to the skin around the edge of the hole.
Right as I am pulling the melted material from my scorched knees some asshole nails me right in the nose HARD with a dodgeball and knocks me silly.
Needless to say I spent the rest of the day in the school nurse's office with burn cream on my knees and an ice pack on my face. I don't think I wore parachute pants again after that.
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