When I was little everyone called me a tomboy. I wanted to wear my brother’s castoffs, run, play sports, and fight boys (I never did that.) I would have loved nothing better than to be on a team like the one above (my son’s.) Does he even know how blessed he is to get the opportunity to play with mostly the same boys for years? Growing up together, clicking along as a team. It’s really hard to watch and not yell into the video camera, recording my hick voice for posterity. I’m sure the boys LOVE that.
As an adult, I get lots of teamwork. But not so much teamplay. So I take every opportunity I can get. (Like this impromptu volleyball game in Ayaviri.)