Tuesday, May 8, 2007

I remember...

When it started to get dark in the summer, I never wanted to come inside, stop playing basketball, throwing a football around. The shadows crept in, but I would ignore them. I was thirteen, and I never really thought about much beyond that particular twilight. Except how it came and went just too damn quick.

We used to have dirt for a basketball court, and all these guys from the neighborhood and beyond, they used to come and play, until my mom got pissed and told them to leave, because one of them almost ripped down the rim. They were kinda crazy, but it was cool. I was thirteen.

One day, when we were playing street football, this kid john, older than me, went out for a pass, a Hail Mary, and didn’t see the telephone pole. He went face first into it and dropped like a rock. He got up – somehow.

I still remember those days in Jersey.

3 comments:

Daddydan said...

Guys, i am thinking about doing a series of mini-essays about growing up in a Jersey suburb. i think it would be fun and interesting to readers in places like Paris, or NYC. What do you think?

Kid Radical said...

Sounds good to me...do we have readers in Paris? Oh lovely...

la francaise said...

yeah, i'd love to see mini essays about the joys of growing up in the jersey burbs. to counteract the negative vibes i get all the time from new yorkers... it's great fun to remember those days!