|By Miika Silfverberg (MiikaS) |
from Vantaa, Finland (Flickr)
via Wikimedia Commons
Week: March 29 - April 1, 1999
Topic: I cried
I went to help my dad coach my little brother's soccer practice on Tuesday. I was only there for the last fifteen minutes, but those fifteen minutes were enough to make me cry.
Practice was over, and I was playing a 3-on-3 pick-up game with some of the boys. One little boy wasn't very good, and so the other kids would never pass him the ball. Then, as he was dribbling, his teammate jumped in front of him and stole the ball from him.