This is my story about my soccer ball when I was little and how it had fun with me.
My favourite toy when I was little would have to be my size 3 soccer ball. It was as white as a puff of clouds with blue arrows all over it. I liked pouncing onto it. Dad would kick my soccer ball to me and I would jump onto it, whenever I jumped onto the ball it would either slip out of my hands or I wouldn't have jumped far enough.
I would never ever come back inside clean as a rose. My ball wasn't allowed inside because he would break precious things. My ball would feel lonely outside. To this day I will always play soccer with my favourite soccer ball.
By Stefan
wow i loved how you treating this ball as it were a living thing nice describing i could tell it meant alot to you i have liked both peices of your writing lots
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