Entering the rec-center,
Smelling nothing but feet
That smell reminds me of playing netball, It’s hard to beat.
Voices echo bouncing off the walls
Footsteps pounding and squeaking
Voices screaming and shouting
Laughter in the background.
The squeaky floor under my feet
The ripped painted lines the rugged nets
Balls bouncing all around the room
Everywhere you look there’s chaos.
This place it reminds me of good and bad times.
Balls flying at my face
Blood running down from my nose
Winning games, running a race.