This morning, I had a English class and it comes to the story whether we are right handed or left handed, which reminds me of my junior high school days.
My soccer club in my school has a formation called "4-3-3", which is common among all of the scholls adopted. I, right-leg, was a pillar of the mid-field, and one of my friend, left-leg, was a pillar of forward, which made me remember those days.
There are two events that I remember about the matches of junior high school soccer club. One of them is all-city player's match, and another is second match that is the one I got the best goal in my life (it is so sad that was not all-city player's game).
What I remembered today was not only about soccer but about my girl-freind, classmates, and so on. It reminds me of scenes that make me hurt.
For example, I had a friends in another class who always came late, and I sat on the side of the corridor with windows. I enjoyed looking her sitting in the floor as a penalty (I think she had to stand up) over the window. It came back to me as image.
There is a word "phantasmagoria", it was exactly the one today. Various scenes came back to me.
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