There is a video recording of me in the living room at my grandma’s. I crawl around in front of the TV and then my mother comes and asks what I want to be when I grow up and I say: Football player.
Living a life in glitter, when we’re grown-up, and cannot fully remember what it was that we actually dreamed. A dream dreamed by many, silently tended or boasted about. Fragments of memory get back to a long forgotten childhood and ask a question: Why football?