Those annoying kids. They were always up so early and always played in the streets with their full volume up.
Today was no different. They were running after that stupid ball. Oh, how she wanted to cut this ball apart and teach those kids a lesson!
She always thought of doing that, but was never able to do so. She wondered why she just did not have the guts for it. Why was it so difficult? Just go out, shout and cut the ball. Not difficult but difficult.
As she was in the midst of thinking all that, the ball hit her window. She stood up right away and walked angrily to the window.
She looked at the kids and saw how they were watching her anxiously.
This was it. She walked to the door and was ready to shout at all of them and cut their balls.
She got out.
But she did not shout. Her voice did not come out.
She walked to the kids and picked their ball up with the intention of cutting it apart.
But she dropped it after the memories of the days when she was the star of the school soccer team rushed into her head.
She went back home.
To Write or not to Write and What to Write 
Don’t forget the child inside you.
If you wanna feel the pleasure of stupid looking meaningful act, then
be with the child within you.
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Nice words!
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Thanks
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I was hoping she was going to end up joining in with them. hehe
Nice story.
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That would have been a nice end too!:)
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Perhaps too cliche, dunno. It reminds of the funny ‘Little Britain’ sketches with the transvestites hurling themselves into random soccer games and playing ‘keeping ball off’ much to the frustration of the little kids were having a nice game. Haha
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I didn’t know about these sketches but it sounds interesting and funny to see!
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Yes they were. I’m surprised I can’t find any on you tube. Oh well 😦
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Ah!:( Let me know if you can find one!
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No, but this is the character that plays keepings off on the soccer pitch. I found this sketch funny too!
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I will check that!
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Heartfelting🦋
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Thank you!💕
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Nice. It does not matter how older u get but a child still live inside of u.
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It does. In the form of memories.
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When I was a child we lived in a semi-detached house. We were taught to be considerate to our neighbours, and play ball games either in our own gardens, or in the local park.
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Interesting! I played in the streets all the time. But in that location, that was the norm. If it was in your place, I would have done the same too.
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Aah.. amazing read! Love the play of words here.
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Thank you!
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This is my first time go to see at here and i am genuinely pleassant to read everthing at alone place.
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Thank you for reading:) And I am glad you liked it too!
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