Sunday Childhood Memory - The Pigskin

Autumn of '84.  Sunny day.  Leaves on the ground.  I am wearing my Clarke desert boots, jeans, a white sweater and a scarf, tucked in around the collar.  I am running down Springfield Avenue looking over my shoulder.  The ball comes in and out of sight as its path is hidden by the low sun.  Darn....incomplete pass.  I run back to the Mount Stephen end of the street.  My turn to throw the ball.

Soon we'll order a case from Sam's.

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Comments

Anonymous said…
Very nice. A vivid picture of simpler times, good times. You should write it out and extend the memory.
January 25, 2009
Olivier said…
Hey Robert. Thanks for reading. Yes...those were great times. Being someone with a mile a minute mind these thoughts of the past drop in every once in a while. Great times indeed.
January 25, 2009
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