I WISHED I HAD BIGGER BALLS

I WAS THINKING BACK TO A TIME THAT I HAD TO CUT THE GRASS. AND AS ALWAYS I WAS NOT DOING IT RIGHT SO MY MOM CAME OUT TO SHOW ME THAT RIGHT WAY. OK SHE DIDN'T COME OUT TO SHOW ME. IT WAS MORE OR LESS HER YELLING AT ME, AND KICKING ME. NOT THAT IS WAS OUTSIDE THE NORM.

NOW KEEP IN MIND THAT THE GRASS WAS WAY OVER GROWN AND I LOVE TO PLAY BASEBALL. AND AT THIS TIME I HAD LOST ALL THE BALLS THAT I WOULD THROW AT THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE. AND YES... THAT WOULD BE WERE I WAS CUTTING THE GRASS. ALL THE WHILE MOM WAS WALKING UP THE DRIVE WAY AS I WAS CUTTING THE GRASS. OUT OF KNOW WHERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HER BITCHING. A BASEBALL FLEW OUT AND HIT HER RIGHT IN THE LEG. WITH THE SOUND OF THE MOT ER I COULD NOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE FROM HER YELLING AT ME FROM THE YELLING OF PAIN. JUST AS I LOOKED OVER AT HER ANOTHER BALL FLEW OUT AND GOT HER ON THE LOWER LEG. AFTER THAT I HELPED HER INSIDE AND WENT BACK OUT TO CUT THE GRASS THAT WAS NOT YET CUT.

NOW YOUR THINKING HOW CAN THIS BE GOOD. OUT OF THIS TWO GOOD THING HAPPENED EVERY TIME FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS WHEN SHE WOULD YELL AT ME . I GOT TO SEE MY WORK ON HER LEG AND I FOUND MY BALLS.

YOU SEE SOMETIMES IT'S NICE TO GET YOUR BALLS BACK. THE ONLY THING I WOULD HAVE CHANGED IS TO HAVE BIGGER BALLS.