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This sound reminds me of a sound from my childhood I will never forget.
Proper core memory, I'll have it on my deathbed.
I was about 10 years old, playing pickup baseball on the playground/basketball/field at the complex my biological father lived at.
The way we did it was the paved basketball court section served as the infield. Home plate was the corner of the court.
I was on deck behind home plate, and this kid who was a few years older and pretty tall hits a BOMB. He was lefty and hit it out to left field. Over the fence, across the street, into someone's yard across the street from the park.
Dude is admiring his home run, doing his home run trot. Looking to left field where the ball is sailing across the street ...
DONG... ONG... ONG ...ong... ...onn....on
Dude jogged face first into the basketball pole.
The sound was still going while Dude is slumped under the basket. Drooling
Dong... ong.. ong... ong
Dude was old COLD. For like a minute.
That sound. Dong.... ong... ong.... ong
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