Life in the perspective of a soccer ball.

All day I wait. I wait for the few hours that will come after the children are done with school. The few hours that I dread. All they ever do Is kick me, and bounce me around, and let me hit the ground hard without a comfy landing. I can't believe how rude they are, sweating all over me, drenching me in their stink. And don't even get me started on the sent of those gloves the goalkeepers wear. Unbearable. What did I ever do to them in the first place anyway?