Thursday, May 24, 2018
Netball Memoir
Sometimes its stormy and slippery, and when I get hold of the ball, it somehow slips through my fingers, as they are cold and numb. I glide across the court as if it was ice. I cant feel my hands, and worse, I cant feel my feet.
I catch the ball. I cant move, not that I am meant to anyway. What seems like forever, the game has ended. I hug my jacket. 20 minutes later I have had a hot shower and I am in bed, snuggled up in my blankets.
By Katelynn Morley
I catch the ball. I cant move, not that I am meant to anyway. What seems like forever, the game has ended. I hug my jacket. 20 minutes later I have had a hot shower and I am in bed, snuggled up in my blankets.
By Katelynn Morley
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