One’s trash is another’s treasure.
When we were young, one of the fun things about going to the shops was that we got to pester our parents into going into the sports store and purchasing used tennis balls. Should we gain the upside of our parents sanity, we’d pore obsessively through the collection finding the most blemish-free balls to take home for future street use.
A tennis ball is anything to a sports mad kid. Soccer, cricket, footy, brandings…. you name it, generally everything …. except tennis.
Fast forward [cough][cough] years, and whats old is new again. Now that my son has started peppering the neighbouring houses with tennis balls, we’re often in need of restocking.
No prizes for guessing the preferred number either!