That was then this is now

• Chris Andrade, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2004

I am a new football that is one of a kind. I am a glittery white sparkling star in the night. I feel so hard that I am sure i would be ten times harder than solid gold. I love the feeling of me getting kicked so that I sail though the air like a bird. My skin is rough with dimples and I can feel the grass reaching up to touch me, tickle me as I pass though it. I have pride of place in his room up high where I can look down on all his other belongings.
But that was then this is now….
Now I have been locked up in a drawer for so long that I think they have forgotten me. It is dark in here, I miss the sunlight that would sparkle off me as I sailed through the air. I am not hard anymore. The air has deflated out of me slowly as my sprirts sink and my hope for the feel of grass tickling me again fades I just stay in the drawer all by myself. My skin feels like a wrinkly old mans skin. I dream of my life outside the drawer.