Heh, I had a big post about what I miss about college. I’ll probably post it later. I haven’t finished it yet. Instead, I’ll try to write about a happy moment in my life.

Well, I could write about the happiest moment of my life up to this point, but I think I’ll keep that one private. It’s just one of those things that I want to hold special between myself and the other person involved. So, nyah nyah! ;p

Hmm… what could I say is one of my best memories?

… geez this is tough. I’ve been staring at the screen for a good five minutes now trying to think of something, but I think I got it.

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Standing outside on the black concrete of the school parking lot in my white button shirt and green pants and tie, I extend my arm out and reach. I really wasn’t thinking about it, I just put my arms out like I usually do. It was recess and two-hand touch football was the game. I was watching my classmate step back, holding the old and battered pigskin in his grip. The receivers, i.e. all the other people on his team, have all rushed past me and towards the end zone, brilliantly marked by a gigantic crack in the asphault.

I look towards my left: there’s a small fence as high as my waist. I watch the traffic drive by for a few seconds, then remembered that I needed to defend our goal. The score I have long forgotten, but it didn’t really matter then. We were just kids, playing a game that we enjoyed. When the bell rings, we would forget the score and walk back to class.

I look towards my right: the teachers stand idle while watching for any misbehavior. Many of the girls had jumpropes or sat under the shade of the trees, talking about who knows what. Again, I was distracted momentarily, and I concentrated on the matter at hand.

My arm was still waving in the air for a chance to bat down any passes that should come my way. Many kids were yelling at the “quarterback” to throw the ball to them, running back and forth in the end zone and trying to evade my fellow defenders. I wasn’t covering anyone in particular this time; I just stood there for some reason or another with my arms up.

The next thing I know, I feel an impact on my hand. I pull my arm down and, to my surprise, the football with it. I couldn’t believe it! I caught an interception! Those rarely happened, and for me to catch one was preposterous! It almost felt like an eternity as I stood there, staring at the ball in my possession.

Then I ran. No one in particular was around me at the time since I wasn’t defending anyone. I had a good 10 feet past me before I had to start eluding the other team. One of my teammates caught up with me and helped encourage me to run farther by pushing me along while pointing at those we needed to make sure didn’t make contact.

I made it up a good three quarters of the “field” before one of them finally tagged me. Out of breath, I promptly tossed the ball to our team’s quarterback and stood to the side for a moment. I think I got a few accolades from my team. I really don’t recall that part. All I remember was how great it felt to make an accomplishment that helped my team. I’m pretty sure we made a touchdown on that possession. Pretty soon, the bell did ring. Recess was over and I was back in class, my excitement dwindling away as I returned to my routine grade school education.