I Remember By Errin B.
I remember the North Olmstead football field
I remember the sound of the roaring crowd
I remember the smell of the fresh cut grass or when it rains, the smell of mud
I remember seeing my team cheer for each other and the bench bursting with energy at the sight of a great play
I remember the taste of an ice cold Gatorade
But the thing that I remember most was seeing the fear I put in my opponent’s eyes
Now for me the feeling’s natural
But can you handle it?