I was over at my parents house this weekend when I noticed this soccer ball from my childhood. I have no idea how old it is, but it’s lived outside in the backyard for as long as I can remember. I spent a lot of hours in the backyard juggling and kicking this ball against the wall (I even painted a target on the fence which did not make my parents particularly happy). After taking this picture, I had to make a stop on my way home and see the field that I used to play at when I first moved to LA.

Nothing looks to have changed with the field. Still weeds in the grass and no nets on the goals. I remember shooting on this goal as a kid, and having to go and chase the ball after every shot.  With things having changed so much over the years, it was kind of refreshing to see that the field was still exactly as I remebered it.