This summer, I joined the youth group's slow-pitch noncompetitive softball team. There should be a law that prohibits clumsy people (moi) from playing on sports teams, but my teammates and coaches are forgiving and we've been able to have some good laughs.
A few weeks ago was our first game. A teammate and a wonderful friend drove me there. He has an older worn down truck that's absolutely my most favorite vehicle in the world. It roars and it creaks and screams as he speeds down highways and driveways. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, listening to his heavy metal music blaring from a small radio hooked up to his iPod. The windows are down and the wind from the passing cars whips my ponytail back and forth and almost makes the music louder. We don't talk much, considering we wouldn't really be able to hear each other speak, so I just sat there, enjoying the truck, the wind, the music... It was wonderful.
Don't tell my boyfriend, but I'm having a love affair with that truck. And it's getting pretty serious.
Things have been so tense and stressful lately. It was nice to kind of shut the world out in the half hour truck ride. Not being able to hear my cell phone, not having to talk, just sitting there enjoying life for 30 minutes. I was in such a good mood afterwards, I barely noticed how hot the sun was while playing that game. We won 16 to 2. I felt like I was sitting on top of the world.
Little things like good friends, good times, and loud trucks make life so sweet. I really hope the next few years of high school are full of more of these kind of memories. Maybe I'll stop having nightmares. And maybe my hair will stop slowly falling out... Seriously, I find more loose strands on my pillow every morning. I'm starting to get freaked out.
Happy Saturday, everyone. I hope your weekend is full of little things like these.
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