Memories

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the sports day from kindergarten. I think I was in the middle or last year of kindergarten back then, anyway, I was really small. And there was an event called rolling a big ball. I remember the ball was bigger than me, but not much bigger, just a little taller. Then I started rolling it. And after one second, two seconds... On the third second, I rolled along with the ball. I remember the feeling was like, 'Huh? Am I being sucked in by the ball?' Then the ball kept rolling, and I went from the side onto it and then... *Thump*, I fell to the ground. I didn't cry because it didn't hurt that much, it just felt really special, you know? And one of my shoes came off. Later, in middle school, when rolling tires... There's no way a tire would roll with you, right? So I pushed and pushed. When I was almost at the finish line... 'Huh? Am I being sucked in?' And then I rolled a full circle with the tire and lay on the ground. The sky was so blue. That feeling? It's like the feeling when you do a somersault. Don't ask me why I remember it so well or why I thought of it.