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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 62

The younger kids were hollering and I could barely hear myself think until all of a sudden the screaming stopped and I heard a giant thud. From the other side of the field, I heard the hollering of a small child and saw Max rush over to see what was going on. The child, who was named Olly I think, had tripped on some tree bark and hit his ankle. The wound was nasty according to Max, who quickly picked him up and used the bandana he had tied around his neck as a splint. He knew exactly what he was doing, maybe because of all those football injuries, but however he knew, he did it well. I honestly don’t know what we would have done without him.

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