Soccer and Sculptures

We went to The Rodin museum a couple days ago with our friends Colin and Matthew. We didn’t go in the museum, but the gardens. When we got there we saw The Thinker, deep in thought as always, The Gates to Hell, and many other famous sculptures. But that wasn’t the highlight. When we finished looking we saw a sand box, and were going to gloomily use it until our parents were done, but we really wanted to play soccer. And extremely luckily, two boys were playing with a soccer ball, and their dad who spoke English very well, invited us to play! The kids didn’t speak English, but Carter and I had enough French to get us by. (Thanks Blandine!) That makes five boys and me, so to all those people who say I’m afraid to play soccer with boys, I did! We had two teams, Carter and the two boys, against Colin, Matthew, and me. The goals were trees, there was netting all over, and people fell over pretty much every 5 minutes. I never had more fun! We rotated goalies and had a great time. Then, two more kids wanted join – one boy and one girl. The boy went on our side and the girl on the other. I noticed halfway through the game (because I was goalie) that my kicks were off. “I need to play more” I thought to myself. Not only did I need more practice, but I wanted to play more. I was so devastated when my parents said it was time to go. The family had been so nice, I was glad when dad gave them our website address. So if they are reading this right now, I say this to them: merci beaucoup!