The first time anyone ever trusted me to babysit was my sister asking me to watch her first born son, Trey. I was a senior in high school, and spending time with my three-year-old nephew who was like a younger brother to me sounded like fun. I mean, how hard could babysitting really be?
(If you have ever babysat, you know what an awesome responsibility that is. You probably also know that if you are not careful and don’t foresee dangerous situations, things can go terribly wrong. I now know that.)
I decided that Trey and I would play soccer in the front yard. He just started playing soccer on a team and was trying to learn basic skills and and “Uncle Tripp” was going to show him a few pointers. Well, Uncle Tripp was no better at soccer than three year old Trey, so we found ourselves kicking the ball in the road more times than not…
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