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.

Let me know what you think about what you have just read. Please and thanks!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Very nice. A vivid picture of simpler times, good times. You should write it out and extend the memory.
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.

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