When I told my mom that I went, she reminded me of when I played soccer in fourth grade. They kept yelling at me to take my hands out of my pockets when I ran around. It got to the point where she just bought me shorts without pockets. You gotta love a mother's recollection and her ability to hit you with your embarrassing childhood moments at the drop of a hat.
in order to gain new experiences, test my limits and break up life's general monotony, i've decided to do one new thing per day.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
futbol!
When I told my mom that I went, she reminded me of when I played soccer in fourth grade. They kept yelling at me to take my hands out of my pockets when I ran around. It got to the point where she just bought me shorts without pockets. You gotta love a mother's recollection and her ability to hit you with your embarrassing childhood moments at the drop of a hat.
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