Being Young

The soccer ball blounced on the moist green grass, 

and I looked into the stands at my parents and I felt young.

My mother smiled and cheered and my face felt warm from the

blush of pride because i knew that she felt young.

My fathers voice boomed over the pitch as he cheered

for me to play harder and i felt the surge of energy because i knew that he felt young.

To be young is a gift,

it is a wrapped present with suprises inside.

To be young is a sence of feeling,

an excitement and uncertinity to share.

To be young.