“ANYWAY, HOW’S CAMPING?” I question Gabriel and Dylan as we take the stairs up to the most rear seat of the bleachers to watch the college football players practice football on the vast open football field. We rarely come here – since none of us take nor participate any college sports – yet I wish we did come here more often before. I find this place, especially at the top end of the bleachers where the air is really fresh and is circulating around you, very peaceful.
It is Wednesday, two more days before I move out to an off-campus dorm, afternoon, nearly or an hour before sundown, and I invited Gabriel and Dylan to kill our free time on the field, watching the footballers – dad and I used to be football fans before. They agree with what I want.
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