Good memories, bad memories, sad memories.

Something you keep despite everything and anything is your first touch. The way you can receive a football with your feet and keep it close enough to you so you can actually move forwards (or backwards or wherever you want to go).

You can lay down in bed for months, you can dream of playing football now and then, you can limp and walk on crutches for months but the first touch will show up right when you touch a spheric object filled with air.

There are things you just were born with.


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