My name is Bobby Jean, I am 60 years old and this is my story. It all started when I was ten years old outside throwing my friends football to eachother. It was a normal day like usal but not exactly. I haerd a noise, SHHHHH!!! SHHHHHH!!! be quiet. The noise was coming from my house. I ignored it but then I heard the noise again, SHHHHH!!! SHHHHH!!! SHHHHH!!! There the sound was again. So I started towards the front door and I opened the door. SHHHHH!!! he's comming. I looked around the corner into my livingroom and then SURPRISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY!!! I saw all my friends and family there and at the same time looking at them I almost had a heart attack.
My mother came over to me and said happy eleventh birthday. I saw all of my friends and family and they all shook my hand said hi or hugged me. I looked at all the blue and red decorations. There was food lots of food for everyone. Then i saw all of my presents. There were like 100. Not realy but there was alot. I asked my mom when I get to open my presents. She said, "don't be selfish". Then I asked what can we do. She said eat cake. So my father called everyone over and they all sang happy birthday to me. After the song i blew out the candles but wished for a, football.
After cake was done I started to open presents. I started off with the big ones and there were alot of big ones. There was only one small one. My nana got me 2 pairs of shoes. My uncle got me a bike. My parents got me a slot machine that has jellybeans instead of coins. Then I saw the last one at the end of the table it was the smallest one of all but it wasn't realy small. It had no name on it. I looked at my parents and they said they don't know about it. So I started to tear at it and I saw a Nike sign. I started more at the gift. I finaly got everything of the gift and it was amazing what it was. It was a football. Thats all I wanted and I finaly have one.
After the party was over I threw the football with my dad. My dad said i have such a good arm. Every day I got home from school I would practice football. When I was done with homework I played. I thought to myself i found my passion football and I knew exactly what position i wanted to be. But the only problem was is that I don't know any league to play in but there is one. It might be the perfect league and if I don't make it this year then i will try next year and if that doesn't work then every year I will try to get on the team no matter what happens to friends or family.
