the smell of wet grass and wet dirt
it brings me back to the many years that i played soccer as a kid. no matter how cold or how (reasonably) wet the field was, i was always brought to practice and games. i remember as a kid i loved playing soccer especially when i was one of the fastest kids on the team, but as i got older that changed really fast lol. first i was on the town team then i moved to a private soccer club. LISC. playing in the regional area and with other kids from my town. i remember at one point i hated it so much that i just stopped caring, i remember that i thought i was so bad that i just got depressed from playing soccer, and worst of all, i remember the shin splints...
i couldnt run for more than five minutes without my shins and heels killing like hell. i think the doctor said it was severs disease and was caused by my body growing (lol) and that it would go away eventually.
despite all the negatives soccer got me to meet and know other kids from my team atleast. people that i probably wouldnt have met on my own. even though i never really got to know them well, it was still good seeing people in the halls or in my classes that knew me.
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