The Circle

Wouldn't it be fun to go back in time and relive history? Wouldn't it be great to go back in time and correct mistakes? And wouldn't it be cool to go back in time to relive you childhood? If I could choose, I would go back and relive my childhood. This period of my life contained nothing but good times. That is if you don't count the spankings I received. Currently my life's going good, but as a child, I didn't know what stress was. I didn't have to meet deadlines. Worries found no place during my childhood. The circle I lived in contributed to many of the memories. It was tough to keep all things the same as my friends and I got older. The reason? We grew up.

Saturday morning couldn't come any time sooner. Angel and I would be in Mr. Angelo's class on a Friday afternoon awaiting the sound of the 2:45 bell. The game we played last Saturday would be the subject of the day.

"I can't believe Chico threw five interceptions," he said. "You got lucky on that catch you made for the game winner."

"Well, you had some NFL-like catches too," I said to cheer him up. "I mean all Chico had to do was get the ball to you and you were gone. We can't keep up with your speed."

"I know," Angel said with his big smile.

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What if no one came to watch us? With all the planning and hard work having to be put into the KFL, where would our free time to play football go? By the time we finished, it would be dark, then we would all hear our mother call out those infamous words, "Honey, it's getting dark, come inside. One of my best memories of James was that he had the first Atari.

When we all got to the age of 13-14, the circle became just another street instead of a playground haven.

I remember now that I never was captain. I had no problem with not playing real football.

The next Saturday came and the excited, enthusiam we had the week before because of the idea of the KFL, vanished. All we need is a board with scores for both teams. And like a circle, our memories will never end. My garage door took a beating from line drives when we played kickball. One time I couldn't get back into the huddle.

My best friend Angel moved miles away.

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