During my stay in Utah, my sister-in-law asked Ariel and I to take Mikey to his last soccer game. We were so excited about this. We love spending time with Mikey and Lily. It was an extra special deal because grandma drove grandpa out to see Mikey's last game. It was a cold and blustery day. We sat on the side lines in our camp chairs keeping the rain off us with umbrellas. In the first minute of the game, Mikey got hit in the head with the ball. He ran off the field in tears. I tried to coax him back on the field, after several minutes, he went back in to play. The coach had them switch players every five minutes or so. After his first initial five minutes of play, Mikey refused to go back in to the game. He was content to sit on Ariel's lap and eat snacks. We were very proud of the few minutes we saw him play. We took those cold little kids back to their house and gave them a warm bubble bath and got them ready for bed. My brother has the piano that I grew up playing in his house now. It was great to see it again, it brought back a lot of good memories for me. I sat down and played it again after many years. Mikey came down and watched me for a minute and then with a surprised look on his face said, "Wow, you're really good." It was pretty funny. We had a great time with them.
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Angela, Remember when I would sneak up behind you and yell BOO! while you were playing the Piano to see how high you would jump? And then of course you would pat your chest and say how your heart was palpitating... Good Times!
Mark-David
Ah yes...I do remember that...because you tell me everytime you see me (haha) Unfortunately you have a lot of really bizarre memories of me. I used to think I was cool...but I was really a nerd. ;-)
I played David Lanz "Firedance" the other night really loud and thought the piano sounded great . . . just wish it looked a little nicer!
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