Kickball Graveyard

From above, the elementary school(k-5) I attended must have looked like a mother ship. It was a sprawling flat roofed building, with arms coming off a centralized library. The flat roof, which was the buildings defining quality allowed it to ensnare countless balls of all sporting variety. Many an errant foot had landed the greatest tool of playground fun onto that roof. Many of those balls were left to die up there at the hands of bullies who could inflict pain upon an entire group of kids by removing the ball from a game and lobbing it straight up.

I bring this up, since unquantifiable hours of my youth both alone and in congress with others was spent trying to figure out how to get on that roof and make one giant score. It was the kickball that held the most value. Deep red rubber with a unique texture. They came in various sizes, some better for dodge ball, others too big for anything. The kickball would taunt you from the roof because they were easy to see. Football wasn't going to stick out from that height. On a rare occasion a janitor was dispatched onto the roof to get the balls down. I think I was only present for one such occasion. Might as well have been raining $100 bills. Kids were loosing their shit in every direction. Thinking back it's pretty amazing, and I don't think I'm embellishing, the number of balls that would be caught up there at any given time.

Not sure what I would have done with that stock pile of balls had I been able to obtain them, not sure what cased me to write this either, I am sure that I was trying without the help of a thesaurus to find another word for 'balls' after about the third time I typed it. Another poignant story of youth ruined right at the end. Damn!