We played it everyday after school, and I still remember the first time that we played. But he kicked so hard that he went flying in the air and fell right on his butt. He didn't give up. You see, he was full of strength, he was full of determination, and he was my Gary. I miss him so much, but, hey, that is why I am here.
Nothing's better than kickball, except for dancing.
I remember this one time we went to this party and there were all these old people there. I was twisting, and shaking. He passed out at this party, and that is how I knew that something was wrong. He was having so much fun, and then he just passed out. I remember taking him to the hospital and pacing up and down that hall just hoping someone would give me an answer.