Twoshoes -> RE: If only.... (9/12/2010 6:07:55 PM)
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ORIGINAL: juliaoceania It was the year the 49ers won their first super bowl, it was also the last football season my dad lived to see. I was always grateful he got to see his team win. He was so thrilled over it. I was happy that I got to spend that one season with him.... sitting with him, while he explained the rules of football to me. It is a pretty special memory for me. Nice. Here is the thing: When I was growing up I spent about ~50% of my time playing football on concrete, in the middle of the street, in the nearby stadium, in the middle of the dirt (grass never lasted long), with backpacks for goalposts, when it was and wasn't raining and even while neighbours yelled at us that they were trying to grow flowers. A reasonable amount of bullying, scuffles, challenges, spitting and insulting eachother's mothers occured. Cuts, bruises, and blood mixed with dirt. Innumerable amounts of soccer balls were literally torn apart from being worn down. New ones were purchased and only to disintegrate in a matter of days. Clothes with grass stains and dirt all over them were bleached repetitively. If I had to never be reminded of that again it would be like losing part of my heritage. I would shed one of those single tears that quickly dries up and I can easily deny. [;)] If that poetic description explain it for you, then you have no heart! Actually, this reminds me I've become a bit too tame in recent years. _ _ _ _ __ _ _ __
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