one of my fondest memories from childhood was playing football with my homies in incessant rain after school. even if i fall.
even if i fall. (in fact falling flat on my chest and slipping forward 2-3 metres on mud and grass, became my favourite fall, i started doing it on purpose). i have noticed growing up i somehow became afraid of the fall. but now i realise the only thing which kept me going was my true desire of f*cking kicking the ball into the goal.