memory archive – day 17


Over a hundred of those bright and shiny plastic balls have been in storage for months now. I initially got them to make a ball pool out of our retired baby playpen. I fully remember the bliss I felt myself, as a child, when playing in a ball pool, diving in and out. 

My kids appreciated the self-made pool for a while and stayed happily inside it. Soon they invented a new game though which was all about throwing as many balls as possible, as far as possible. The living room was constantly scattered with balls and tidying up wasn’t a popular part of the game unfortunately.

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