Eva had great fun at the sports day. 4! medals! She wore them with pride, then stuck them on her playroom wall. I loved being the idiot waving madly from every angle of the field. So proud. I even plucked the courage to go in the parents race, yes, Eva laughed, but it was fun. Ahhh, the smell of the fresh lines marked on the track. I think actually my strongest, earliest memories are from sports days at school.
