Third Grade - Fall
"You're doing it wrong," Avy said, crouching down next to where I was trying to tie my cleats.
"I am not."
"You are too. Look." She demonstrated with her own sneakers, making perfect loops that actually stayed tied. "Over, under, around, and through."
I tried to copy her movements, but my fingers felt clumsy and the laces kept getting tangled.
"Here, let me." She knelt in the grass and started re-tying my cleats properly. "There. Now they won't come undone when you're running."
"Thanks, Avy."
"You're welcome. Now show me how to throw the ball again."
I picked up the junior-sized football my dad had gotten me for my birthday and demonstrated the grip. "Fingers on the laces, like this. And when you throw it, you want to flick your wrist."
She tried to copy me, but
