The only way my parents got me into playing soccer was to promise me that I would be receiving a trophy at the end of the season. And of course at the end of each season each kid on the team, no matter what, received a trophy. Today I found a box in the basement that was not labeled, which is strange because I am a freak about labeling things, so I opened it up and found all of my soccer trophies. What a rush of memories came flooding back, which I’m thankful for and enjoyed. Unfortunately I have no place to display these beloved trophies these days, which is a bummer. I hate to have to put them all back in that box, but I did and I made sure to label the box for future reference and hopefully one day I will figure out a good place to put them or I’ll just have to trash them and that would break my heart.