Tum tum. The dull sound of a ball struck by young and tender feet as the children played. The little children passed the ball around whilst one of them tries to catch it or at the very least touch it with a foot. The ball was made from old clothes and already used leather. It was old and roughened up, but these little ones did not care. All that mattered was the joy the game that they played brought. One of them miskicked and sent the ball flying outside the border of the circle they formed by gathering around. It flew off and landed far away from them, bouncing many times before it came to a stop.
The child who had shot the ball so far off ran after it to bring it back and he succeeded. Otherwise, their game would have ended in just a short time after they started and that would have made them all sad.
