Saturday, January 30, 2016


The first game I remember playing was the game I knew growing up as football aka soccer. My uncles and older cousins would play with me for hours on end in an empty field about a mile away from my home. We took on the personas of famous players and kicked and ran and laughed. There never was a score kept. Just the sounds of playful screams and contact between foot and ball. The smell of fresh cut grass was in the air. One of my uncles would bring a grill and we would eat after playing and drink pineapple soda. Good time and better memories

Kirk Louis

1 comment:

  1. Kirk -- it sounds like process and "being with" was as important (or more important to you) than winning or playing by the rules...sounds like a great time with your family!