At the age of 10, she started playing soccer at the streets of Eroreco, not caring about the cars passing by or even people who crosses her way, because when she plays, it felt like she’s in a different world. Watching her, I had the desire and want to try playing with her. And to cut the long story short, I also fell in love with the black and white ball with scratches from the faintly rough road. But it did not hinder us from playing. We were full of sweat dangling by the sides of our neck from that heat of the sun and due to running from our house to the next street. Even the dawn was not an excuse to stop us from playing. But at a young age we were bound to sleep before 10 and go to school early in the morning. But as a normal child, everyday continues with the ball passing from me to her which that made our stern grandmother, to put it nicely and an understatement – unpleased. She took our soccer ball and hid it, but we found it in the storage closet under our stairs hidden behind lots of empty coke bottles, the next time she caught us playing, we found out soccer ball flat on our parking garage with a needle as big as my finger. But still with our stubbornness, we brought another one and only played when she was asleep or on a vacation. But the world is always against us, she did the same the second around. A couple of soccer balls later. Our neighbor started to put up his very own basketball ring just in front of our house. Now guess what ball my grandmother started deflating?
