Alright, this was it. We were going to have to run to the end of the field and back right when he blows the whistle.

My classmates shuffled around, getting into that classic lunge. They wanted a head start. Fat chance. I wasn’t going to let them!

My heart beating in my chest, hairs all on end, I listened.

Somebody started when he put the whistle up to his mouth, and got herded back behind t...