I think I know that girl. It was 1966 her name was Vicky Hollingsworth (I’m 53 and never forgot that name). She would find it funny to kick boys in the groin.
She did it to a friend of mine so I knocked her so hard she flew backwards at least five feet and landed on her arse.
My 5th grade teacher, Miss Robinson (hubba, hubba, she was hot), gave me a gold star! lol
However, I was married to a ballbuster with the maiden name of Hollingsworth for nearly 26 years.
They could be related.
I had a similar occurrence in the second grade. I don’t know whether it was related to our dodge-ball game or something else, but a little girl tried to kick my then non-existent nuts out of the school yard.
We were taken to our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Schonfeld (a direct relative of Herr Hitler, I’m sure), and we were badly berated (I swear I hadn’t done anything to anyone. Not my style back then, i.e. coward).
Well, forward 12+ years to 1965 and I was a bus counselor at a summer camp. One of our little boy campers got sick so I took him off the bus and behind a tree so he could throw up if he had to (he did, was pretty sick).
After that, when we got to his house, I took him to the woman in a bikini who was washing a car in their driveway, who I assumed was his mother. Not. It was his older sister.
Before I realized it, I shouted out “Hello, B***”. It was the same little girl who kicked me in the second grade and other places. She looked like a Playboy model, but her face was still the same, just much more beautiful.
Long story short, about 25 years later, I met this little boy, now a clergyman, at an event and when I realized who he was, I introduced myself and recounted the camp story.
Sidebar, a fellow clergyman with him was an old friend, a guy from the Cub Scouts who I taught to throw the discus. He became a city champion at high school. His sister was the bus counselor on the bus where the little boy was sick. She, too, would have been Miss Universe, along with the little boy’s sister. She was also very nice and very smart.
Interestingly, the brother/sister and little boy’s sister all started their first name with the letter “B”.
That was one strange “Seven degrees of Kevin Bacon” linkage.
That was one helluva day, two beauties at the same time.