Wrestling at its best

One of my endeavors to the community center was one of the wildest. I remember that most of the kids had finished their homework and so they were bouncing off the walls. I remember one boy, who had black hair that was gelled to a "fowhawk." That style of hair was common amoung soccer players.
"Are you a soccer player?" "How do you know?? why do you care??" the boy responded defensively. "You look like one, I like soccer. I'm pretty good myself." the boy calmed and began to open up. After talking a little bit, another boy Fernando was getting really antsy. Looking at my hat, they soon came up quickly with a new game. Everyone attempted to grab the hat off my head. This little boy named Frank was the first to successfully grab it. Wearing it on his head with a big mischievous grin, because he had accomplished some great feet. I grabbed it back and gave it to a friend for safe keeping.
 Without the hat the group of kids just got even crazier. Soon they wanted to jump on me. I quickly pull them off and set them on the ground. Soon all the kids were in awe! Brent told them I was a state champion wrestler. The gossip spread like wild fire. "He a state champion, see! Look how fast he can take me to the ground!" the boys would then jump on my back, I would quickly pull them off and put them to the ground. Laughter would then break. Soon there were several boys on me at once and I had to put them to the ground as quickly as possible. It was fun game for all of us. They always had fun. They knew how to have fun and they would help me have fun. It made realize the playful nature of kids can be much more fun than anything else that I could spend my time doing. It reminded me of my nephews and some of the most fun I had was playing with them.