
Bone crushing, smell of the green cut grass, and getting hit in the cold. Wearing at least 25 pounds of heavy equipment, the sreaming of the fans, and the howling of the coaches.
I was young at least eight of age playing football to get away from my brothers and sister, even my mom and dad. Seven and three was my first winning season.
My favorite place was to walk 1 to 5 miles to Memorial Park though the dead plants, bees flying around, and sun blazing in the sky, dog chasing me out of his terrtory, and doing this while wearing all of my equipment. My favorite place is playing football. Sweating, in pain, and tired, but walking back home joyful.
