300 tennis balls #2
chapter one
Does everyone remember when I had 300 tennis balls in my car? It was so long ago. I can’t even remember all their names. I should have made a list and taped it to steering wheel, but that wouldn’t have mattered either. I don’t drive that car anymore.
What happened to that car?
I believe my father took it and uses it to carry buckets of sand home from the pit. Once my father put fifteen buckets of sand in the car. He called me up to tell me. I wasn’t impressed.
“Father, don’t you know that I once put 300 tennis balls in the back of that car?”
“No,” he said, “I did not know this.”
“I thought I told you.”
“You don’t tell me anything.”
“I’m sorry father.”
“It is okay.”
“We should have a father-son get-together.”
“That would be nice.”
“Maybe we could play golf.”
“I sold your clubs.”
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