Our after-dinner soccer games were a highlight of the reunion for many. All ages, from Camden to Granny; all skill levels, from Dan to me.
(I'll let you guess which of us was at each end of the spectrum. But I'll give you a hint. I scored a goal and, as my shocked husband said, "it wasn't even an accident!" Just sayin')
Post Edit: I feel I would be remiss if I don't mention my boy's soccer skills. Camden is a beast! The boy is fearless and has some serious natural talent. Now if we can teach him to play with shoes on, my old age could be very comfortable...
(Still on the reunion memories. Sit back and relax, this could go on for a few more days...)