lizzzaad
A small place. I grow up. Knowing everyone, knowing the green grass, and where each prickly ball falls. Knowing where to step, where not to. What to say around what people and what not to. Gossip, flow through the jam packed streets from ear to ear, changing the story.
I feel it drip off of my face as I run to the sidelines of the crowded field hockey field. The crowd cheers, as we score a goal. All that I can focus on is getting cooled off. I look up at the mysterious welcoming clouds, and think. I need to relax, but my head fills with the crowds cheering.