CA July '06 - KICK BALL

Remember back in the days when we would play a friendly game of kick ball on our neighborhood streets? I do. I remember playing boys versus girls on Masonridge Dr. There was black tar lining the streets that formed a cross... this was home base. Conveniently, there were these marks along the curb that would make perfect marks for first through third base.

I also remember Sam, my neighbor who is 3 years my senior, who was HUGE compared to very skinny looking me. Needless to say, the boys definitely had more "umph" in their kicks than the girls. I can't remember if we ever mixed up the teams, but I do remember the only time when I managed to kick a "homerun" [Question: Do they call those home runs? or is that only a baseball thing]. Sam was rolling the ball to me, but his feet were straddled. I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to kick the ball very far and everyone else from his team had moved closer in. I somehow managed to kick the ball through his legs and all the way down the street! Ahh, I remember that as if it were yesterday.

Now to the point of my story: during my visit at Hoi Dong, I had to opportunity to relive my not so glorious kick ball days. Needless to say, I wasn't the MVP of our team. I believe the 11 year old boy on our team was more impressive than me... BUT, my team came out victorious! WE WON!!!!! That deserves a "BUUUUYAAAAH!"

[I'm not that good at winning graciously].