I watched my foster granddaughter play soccer Saturday morning, or bunchball, as the parents call it, and it was delightful to see the delight these little girls had in running around, not really understand what they were doing, but loving it anyway. My granddaughter got some good kicks in and paid attention a t least half the time. Although she was supposed to be a halfback, she liked to stay back by the goal, defending it, no matter what the coach said. She was pleased with herself, and having a lot of fun. I hope the game continues to be fun, and as little competitive as this was. There was no score, as neither Brasil or Argentina could quite aim well enough to get close to the goal.
Three out of four of my kids still play soccer regularly, and the fourth is dedicated to a martial arts regime. So their joy in their bodies has remained, to some extent, and the thrill of moving is alive. I'm glad that is so.
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