When I was younger I always wanted to play basektball, but my mother thought other wise, she wanted me to play soccer. "Dawit come on you're gonna be late to you soccer game" she yells. My mother always knew I hated playing soccer, but because my father played it she forced it on to me. My defintion of soccer is run around for 30 minutes straight, take a break, run around again, and after 1 hour someone makes a goal. "DAWIT!" This time she says it like I was never coming down. "Im coming!" My plan, my mom drops me of at the soccer field, she leaves, and I change to go play basketball, but it was like she was reading my mind. "I know what you're thinking, and it not going to happen, im staying for the full hour and waitng until you game