memories

I opened the vaguely white door. The fowl stench is like a guide through my hall of memories and it leads me to the door marked nine. Its black and yellow. Is swings open to revel a little boy wearing a number 80 jersey marching in parade with his pads and little helmet on. I was swept away to another door that showed a number thirteen. This one was blue and silver and on the inside was a boy with a face yet unscared by the world. He was playing in a football game where he was at middle linebacker. He was flying around the field like he had tracer on the ball. I was then pulled by my guide to a unusual door. It was navy blue and silver, but instead of having an age on it the door had a 32. The door was thrown open and inside was a young man. He was fully geared up, but there was something different about him now. He seemed like he know what he was doing. He was at defensive end and he was throwing bodies to the floor as if they were weightless. Next he was holding a gold plated plaque the read in big read letters "Defensive MVP".  My guide lead me to the light at the end of the dark empty hallway and pushed me through. Opening my eyes to the filth that was still sitting there i began cleaning.