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2016-07-03 00:51:28 Post No. 24008918
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2016-07-03 00:51:28
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Babies, toddlers, children, teenagers, adults and seniors are all similar because they all like to pick grass. I love grass. I love to pull it out of the ground. I love to sit on a green, grassy field brushing my hands through the tips of the sometimes muddy, other times dewy grass. Eventually I’ll just… start picking grass!
I believe that it is natural and inevitable for anyone sitting on grass to pull it out. There is a sense of attraction that draws a human hand towards the green grass to pick it. There is just something soothing about holding a handful of picked grass in your palms. The fresh smell of newly picked grass is medicinal, calming, peaceful…heavenly.
I believe that people who criticize me just haven’t experienced picking grass. In other words, fought against the forces of grass. My soccer coach, Mickey, yelled at me for destroying the “pitch.” As he scolds us about our passing, and lack of communication, I zone out and focus on the field in front of me. It is so vast, filled with millions of inhabitants, lives, and families. It is a whole different world inside the field, and the green never seems to end. I play with the grass surrounding me. Sometimes there’s even freshly cut piles of grass lying on the corner of the field. Mickey would yell in his British accent, “Put the grass down!”
I believe that Mickey needs to experience the joy of holding a handful of grass. He is a nonbeliever. He fights against it. There are few people I see in my soccer sphere who disapprove the natural tendency to rip out a handful of grass. He is from England, but it is a universal love. I believe that everyone loves to play with grass.
