Oranges

Early this morning, slicing an orange in my kitchen. I remember afternoon soccer games when I was young, half-time buckets full of sliced oranges for thirsty little girls who had run their hearts out. Sitting around the bucket, red faces, pulling up shin guards, orange peels, smiles. Excitement and team work. Parents watching. What a great memory.

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~ by kcanderson on February 20, 2008.

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