In addition to being surrounded by mostly younger individuals, I get to participate in rowdy "backyard" games where the boys get serious and the girls run around giggling a lot. I think we all felt like kids again, in our parents' backyards or hometown parks on a summer Saturday night. Ninja apparel was don, rules were set, and boundaries were established. Capture the flag at it's finest. There is something lovely about being part of a team, striving for the same goal. Even in track, I savored those relays, especially the 4 x 200. Cheering your lungs out as your third leg flies toward you with pleaing, trustful eyes. Then the warm relief of a perfect hand-off with the weight of holding your four-member family together in your hand. It was a muddy mix of rugby and powder puff memories last night. We started strong, scoring 2 or 3 consecutive goals, but ended at the bottom. Still, everyone was smiling through the brown goop in...
It's the size of a cucumber!!
ReplyDeleteThey grow 'em big in Aussie land!
ReplyDeleteMust be the Kangaroo Manure!
ReplyDeleteToo funny Sharon :)
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