Half Time At Volleyball (GM)

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, and as usually on Tuesday nights in the summer, I went to play volley ball with a large church group. My team only won 2 of our 5 games, which is normal for us, but I'm not very competitive so it doesn't bug me.

The break after the third game was a lot of fun :-). A lot of parents who play bring their children along. So I spent the 20 minute break playing with a giggling pack of little girls (between ages 4 and 8) and one 2 year old boy (who was still having trouble walking as well as the rest of us). It was hot so the girls were wearing tank tops or T-shirts, shorts, and skirts. They all had blonde hair or sandy blonde hair, since most of them were related. A few of them were a bit wet from playing in the water park. We started off kicking a ball around to each other, playing pass.

Then they all showed off how they could do cartwheels and summersaults on the grass. Their shirts would fall down their lovely white chests every time. The best part of that though was the little boy doing summersaults. He'd jump up after a floppy summersault and clap his hands grinning as we all cheered.

The best part of the whole evening was a game of tag. Extatic giggling little girls running around shrieking every time you got close to catching them. It was the most fun I've had in months. I got more of a work out chaising them around trees and garbage cans than I did playing volley ball.

By the end of volley ball it was getting dark and most of the kids were sleepy. When the last game finished I walked over to where those who had been watching had sat the whole evening. The second I was there I got tackled by the four girls with the little boy waddling after them to jump on the dog pile a few seconds later. When I managed to sit up they all sat around me and cuddled close. They were a bit cold and getting quite tired. Two rested their head on my shoulders, one on my back and one on my chest. One hugged my arm and one had her arms wrapped around my neck. I felt like a king getting so much attention.

Then everyone began to leave and the oldest of the girls, a beautiful little 7 year old, begged her mom to let me sleep over. Her younger sister joined in, and the thought of the two sister's getting me all to themselves made the other 2 girls jealous, so they started asking their own parents. "You're popular!" a few of the adults laughed. Of course I couldn't go over to any of their houses for a sleep over. I'm 22 and male, and this was a Christian church group, so they're very careful and protective. I wasn't too disappointed because I knew it couldn't happen.

I went home feeling on top of the world.