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THE GOAL POST
Sometimes, we sat for hours just looking through the six-foot high chain-link fence that separated we orphans from the rest of the world. We would watch the children playing on the baseball diamond and various other games on the grassy area, which separated our orphanage from the Spring Park Elementary School property.
Once in a while, several of the boys playing on the baseball diamond would pick up a rock or two and throw it in our direction. We would run away from the fence until the rock throwing stopped. Then we would gradually make our way back over to the fence. We would stand there with our fingers poked through the holes rooting for anyone who might hit a home run.
"I sure wish we could play games with those kids," said Emmett Gillman.
"We'll get in real bad trouble, if we climb over the fence," said Billy Stroud.
"They won't know, if we keep a look out," said another one of the boys.
We just stood there looking at one another. All at once, I reached up, took hold of the heavy steel wire and started to climb.
"Were dead meat, if we get caught," said Billy.
I said not a word. I just continued climbing over the fence.
After we all had made it to the other side, we just stood there wondering what to do next.
"What do you want?" asked one of the boys who were playing tag football on the grass.
"Can we play football with you guys for a while?" I asked.
"You orphans ain't supposed to be over here. You’re like prisoners nobody wants and now you're escaped. I'm gonna tell," said the boy.
"We just wanna play football for a little while," I told him.
"Let'em be the goal posts," yelled another boy on the team.
"You orphans got brains enough to be goal posts?" asked the boy.
"SURE!" I yelled looking back at the other boys from the orphanage.
As the weeks and months passed, we kids continued to sneak over the fence once in a while and stand as goalposts for the competing teams.
I cannot remember one single time when they let us orphans play on any of the teams. I was the goalpost for the team on the far end of the field from my goalpost position. I would clap, cheer and jump up and down when my team scored a touchdown. It was a wonderful, wonderful feeling.
I do not know if getting to be ‘the goalpost’ was a good thing or not. All I remember for sure about those days is that it sure felt awfully good to get to be a part of a game.