I walk through the park I hear the light breeze come upon me like a little bird cheeping its favorite song in the morning, I look at the leaves and see them drop down they looks like little pebbles just falling off a little branch.The young boy is wearing a bright dark orange t-shirt like a juicy yummy orange. And I also see his brand new dark blue converse. The young boys father is wearing a darkie light blue t-shirt and a fading pair of jeans. I could hear the bench crackling and the others with no one but the wind. It sounds like a ghost whispering a deep secret to someone special.My dad and I had a discussion about what i'm going to do in the future.
He was going on and on about what i’m going to do in the future he said “son what inspires you the most he asked” “umm I do love soccer and I would also like to be a famous soccer player when I grow up” okay soccer is fine “yeah” it will feel great hearing the crowd cheering for my team “yeah that will be awesome” so if you were in a team what will you name it? “Hmmm i’ll call it the miners” i’ll be so proud of you if you make…………..team?
“You will need to practice soccer everyday to get better and better and also go to international soccer tournaments” I wonder how fathers and son get along so quickly.