A about year ago, I sold the home, our family had lived in for 21 years. It was hard! It was time! Did I say it was hard?
It was the home that our boys grew up in.
It had a cricket pitch in the yard, which was rumoured to have halted the fitness campaign of an overseas cricket star, with a long term shoulder injury!
It had an indoor cricket pitch in the hallway which boasted many dings in the walls to symbolize sixes or fours, hit with pride using the handmade mini cricket bat!
It had a wonderful indoor soccer field (same hallway different season) where hall soccer was played on the knees after a visiting soccer star was rumoured to have given himself a decent bout of concussion, after going for a header – only to hit his head on the ceiling!
It had the best AFL oval you could ever want, with cathedral ceilings & well made couches just perfect for taking speccies over ones brother! This also, sometimes became a wrestling ring, where strategically placed furniture hid holes in the wall, after the odd knee or foot went through!
The only trouble was – that there were no longer any Boys living at home to make use of the facilities and the Groundsman had gone to live in the place that is perfect in every way and the drinks carrier was tired of trying to keep the Sports Centre in tip top shape for those once a year tournaments.
So I sold our family home. And it was hard!
I now have my own little home. It doesn’t have the palatial arenas that our family home had, but it is full of love & laughter & tall tales of achievements of sporting glory from days gone by. It is still the place that sportsmen gather to dissect the game and bring their injuries to the best first aider in the business. And one day, I hope it will draw the next generation of sportsmen & women to create their own arenas and tall tales to share on those special family get together’s.
And then it won’t be so hard!