The smell
Of fresh cut grass
In mid-August
(but ONLY mid August)
Time warps
Dry and dusty
Like soccer try outs
A little scared
About not making the team (everyone made the team)
About seeing your friends for the first time in months (we didn’t keep in touch in the summers)
About running so much you puke (this happened fifty percent of the time)
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