A few nights ago, as I was sitting upstairs listening to some music, suddenly there’s this ruffle sound coming from the hallway downstairs. It would then stop, then start up again, it was as if something was being arranged, re-arranged. I turned down the music and made my way downstairs, no sound now, no trace of anyone/anything. I dismissed it!
The next morning, I open the shoe cupboard in the hallway, the top drawer where my shoes are kept only to find this…
So that’s what the noise was last night. It was my eldest son evicting my shoes, almost dethroning them and replacing it with his, young overtakes old. I couldn’t help but smile, however what was more unique about this was the actual placement…let me explain.
> Pair on the left – Nike 360’s used for soccer training on Wednesday’s
> Pair in the middle – Adidas F50 Astro’s used for soccer training on Saturday’s
> Pair on the right – Adidas F50 boots personalised with RS 9 used for matches on Sunday’s
What is apparent is how passionate my eldest is about the “tools” he uses for his beloved sport. It goes the same for his shin-pads, socks and kits, all neatly placed according to training days.
I can never imagine being this passionate about anything as a kid, never neatly stacked my things.
So what did you focus your attention on as a kid?
Something sacred that needed its own space in the house?