My 6-year-old nephew G wanted to try out for his school's football team so my cousin Ate N asked my brother, who used to play for our high school's football team, to help him practice. I and our other cousin tagged along because, well what else is there to do on a Sunday afternoon?It was a lot of fun. Since he's 6 years old, we didn't really have to take everything seriously, so we pretty much just ran around, kicked the ball to different directions and had G chase us. :P
It was such a strange moment, though. Like something out of an advertisement for something family-oriented. I mean, the only thing we lacked was a picnic basket. Thanks much to the currently empty lots at Bonifacio High Street for making it possible. You can't really find a lot of grassy areas in the city, hence my initial thought that playing football with your 6-year-old nephew just isn't something that happens in real life.
Well, here's something negative to think about: it's kind of sad to think that perhaps this very spot we were playing on will be the location of a building (or worse, a parking lot) next year, or maybe even later this year. So maybe we need to go there more often before it's gone. I think we all need the exercise anyway. ;)
