This is Bea almost atop a rather small human pyramid, marking the end of a week at sports club. I was late for the presentations and missed her reading out the rhyme she/we had written about her week. She seemed pleased with how it went plus she'd won the talent show that day with her ditty so all good in her eyes.
When I feel guilty about her spending her holidays in various clubs and camps I try to remember that life for me wasn't so different. Vernon Sangster sports hall in Anfield was my destination and where I learnt to play softball, tennis and squash.
Maybe in years to come Bea will remember that at SAS she was sometimes top of the pile.
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