When I turn back time …
I am eight
years old and I’m sitting in Eden Park Stadium. The field is rumbling with
action. The cheer of the crowd was humungous; sometimes grandpa and I join
along. Every minute there is the pass or a kick of the ball … about to … about
to be scored.
It is just
about full time. It’s raining now. The rain falls hard, very hard, like stone
hard cement smashing the shirts of the rugby players. Everyone is drenched and
dripping, soaked and soggy, and strangely refreshed.
Grandpa calls
from down the steps “over here Josh” and I race to join him. We stand with our
arms stretched out wide, like we always do, trying to capture an autograph, and
we sometimes do.
I love my
Grandpa.
By Joshua
Sitagata
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