We don't play soccer. Joshua played for one, maybe two, seasons. He didn't like it. It was cold and rainy, therefore *I* didn't like it. My girls have never wanted to play and I have not pushed it. I don't like cold and rainy. Or hot and sticky. I'm pretty much an "indoor activities" kind of person. I get enough of being cold/hot/rainy/sticky/miserable going to horse shows. I figure that's punishment enough.
But today after cleaning stalls and feeding horses, while Brooke was working on getting Lady and Honeybee in the trailer (Honeybee slipped while unloading on a rainy fall day after a show and has been hesitant to get in the trailer), Morgan found an abandoned soccer ball. She and I started an impromptu game.
I quickly became winded because I'm (1) old, (2) fat, and (3) out of shape. But we had fun. I know very LITTLE about soccer, but did show Morgan how to properly kick the ball. Her goal - under a flat-bed trailer. My goal - the small sugar cane patch. Can you tell we are in the COUNTRY? :::grin::: I won, two to one.
Because I couldn't take pictures of myself (I was running so fast, it was just a blur. Okay, not really.) so I just took some pictures of Morgan.
Whoops! I knew there was something else about soccer I didn't like. Those WERE new pants!