So today I had a short shift, only 4 hours so it was about 8:30 and I found myself with nothing to do and a wish to not return to my room quite so soon. Following the suggestion of a co-worker I went to the market and ended up buying some blueberries, a small head of broccoli and a new plant for my room..it all came to $4.00 so I was feeling proud of myself..which is probably why I had the confidence to ask these three guys tossing a football for a chance to throw.
Now I haven't played football since I was 9 or 10..possibly 12 at the latest, but I guess it's like riding a bike you don't forget. I felt pretty good when I didn't throw like a girl or squeel like an idiot when he tossed it back and they looked a little surpised when I knew the proper way to catch a spinning football, and my throw was sure and strong and went right to him.
When I started walking the rest of the way home.. I got to thinking I shit on my stepfather a lot, about how he was mentally and emotionaly abusive and a drug addict.. but maybe he wasn't all bad. He did teach me to throw a baseball like a boy, how to hit a baseball and have it go where I want... and how to throw and catch a football. Something I'm still proud of today.
Now ..if I could find someone to throw a ball around with regularly I think I would really like that. I think I like that more then I like sitting passivly in the grass..or reading outside.
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