Football is Fun My first memory of football is hanging out next to my brother's practices, a field tucked deep into the fall pine forests of Derry, New Hampshire. It was right by a little round-a-bout with a baseball card store. If you ventured far enough out into the woods away from the field, you would come upon a quiet lake. But you could never actually see it. Whenever you would get just close enough to smell and hear the water, it would get drowned out by the yells from mom to come back. I got a lot of poison ivy in those woods, playing catch with a green and yellow Brett Favre football I had found one day. The dead pine needles that blanketed the ground during fall gave the whole place a mystical feeling. It was there, playing for the Youngsville Hawks, between the trees and near the water, that I fell in love with football. At that time I was just finishing being home schooled and I was a year young for my grade but taller than everyone...
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