Neither of us were into football at all so we didn't think much of the local football pitch and how expensive it was to build and keep. We did however, love when no games were being played, because it meant we could go for long quiet walks around it while holding hands.
The girl I was with was a childhood friend. We grew up playing here. There was a playground next to the football pitch where we could have fun while the grown ups were watching football matches. It's not there anymore. Nothing but concrete. The swings, roundabout, slide, baby swings... all gone. It's just concrete now. The football pitch still had lots of green in the walkway surrounding it. We talked about our first kiss on the playground when it was still there.
I remember it well. Her blue eyes turned a deeper colour and her pretty blonde hair swayed in the breeze. The kiss was small and sweet but I felt like I was on the moon. I felt I could jump over the bar that held the swings. I looked into those same deep set blue eyes as we reminisced. We were both older now but she was still the sweet girl I knew all those years ago. We held hands tighter.
On the walk around the pitch we looked at the trees and stream nearby. They were the same trees at least. We were glad that something was still the same around here. We were glad they weren't turned to concrete or ugly stacks of cramped houses. We stood in under the trees to get some quiet time. We used to come here when we were kids too. It was our hideout and better than any ugly house. We got to relive our passions and memories.
People started to show up at the football pitch. Time to go home. We never stayed when football was actually being played since the playground was taken away. Besides, a stray football never failed to hit one of us in the face as kids. Our childhood fear of being beaned by a stray football was another thing that never died. We left the football pitch for now to reminisce another time.
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