The Crunchy Soccer Ball One bright, beautiful, sunny day; I made my favorite mistake. This was back when I had no brothers to worry about, it was just me and mom. After shopping at College Mall, she took me to the candy store. “You can pick out any candy you want,” she said. After running around like a kid in a candy store, I finally decided on a handful of little, sphere-shaped chocolate balls. They were wrapped with white foil with black checkered spots to resemble the familiar pattern of a soccer ball. After we had paid and left, I wanted to eat my candy during the drive home. Once I had been granted permission, I immediately shoved the candy into my mouth. After a moment, I realized something was wrong. I immediately knew something was
Cabbage ball is not a sport that is widely known. In fact, it is mainly played in the Greater New Orleans area. It is played with a ball that is similar to a soft ball but has a greater diameter a bit heavier and a lot harder to hit. I learned that it is a very popular adult league game and is taken very seriously by many of the players. When I was asked to play cabbage ball by a co-worker, I asked friends about the sport and learned that many native New Orleaneans grew up playing this sport during their childhood and many had nostalgic memories of playing pick up games in their school yards.
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Can you bend it like Beckham? With the right training, skill, and knowing more about the soccer ball, the individual will! The soccer ball is a very interesting object. A soccer ball has to have a certain amount of air pressure in order to work properly. The air also affects the soccer ball’s flight. The soccer ball is also made of different kinds of material and has different sizes. In the next couple of paragraphs I will tell you more about a soccer ball and the air pressure.
“Slow down silly goose!” I say these words to you as you run through the parking lot towards the baseball field. Slow down. It seems like just yesterday when you were taking your first steps. I remember how your eyes brightened and you shined your three shiny teeth when you realized you could let go of Mommy’s hand. I keep replaying that moment in my head as you slow down and grab my hand, so I can walk you to the dugout. This is your very first t-ball game and you couldn’t be more excited. However, I am a nervous wreck. You are only four! You are not ready! Your helmet is too big and you tend to play in the dirt instead of paying attention to the flying ball. I just keep thinking about how much it would hurt if you got hit with that
“This is all..” she struggled with her mess, “your… fault,” she finished, standing on one foot and starting to unintentionally slide sideways across Cameron. To catch herself, she slammed her gum-covered tissue right up against her tinted side window. Luckily, she caught herself before hitting the ground, but she felt inclined to add, “And this,” she pointed at her Louis Vuitton bag, “is an exclusive original!” Purple gum stretched between her, her sandal, her Camaro, and somehow, a new segment stuck to her bag. The heavy, sweet scent of purple candy filled the
It was the weekend, a Saturday I believe. The sun was out and shining. I was being the selfless, loving thirteen-year-old girl smiling at everything that came my way. It was midday, I had accompanied my mother to go and drop off my little sister, at Rancho Cucamonga which is where my cousin Elizabeth lived. My sister was going to with my
The covering is backed with multiple layers of lining of polyester or cotton blend which gives the ball its strength, structure, and bounce. The bladder in the ball is what holds the air. Bladders are made of latex rubber or butyl. Most balls use valves for air retention. Your kick transfers more energy to a really stiff ball, compared to a spongy one as less of the energy is lost to deformation of the balls surface.
What happens when you put four 5th graders in a empty room with 5 Superballs? Chaos. Utter Chaos happens. If you are like me you will agree that Wham-o´s Super Ball is the greatest toy of all time. If you are not like me you may believe the Barbie, Hot Wheels, or The Stick is the greatest toy of all time. Either way we are here to tell you the history of the SuperBall, how to play with this remarkable toy, and a few interesting facts. You will learn how one scientist became a millionaire. Also how one idiotic man turned down something that would have made him very, very rich. That's all I have to say for now. I'm going to give the mic. to James so he can tell you about the fascinating history of an amazing toy.
“WHO BROKE MY PRECIOUS MOMENTS!” screeched mom, startling me, my sister Mel, and my brother Nelson. We can hear her stomping feet hit the floor quickly as she came into our room. “Who did this?” she demanded holding out the broken gluey pieces figurine, of a brown haired girl with a blue dress in hand. We have been in this situation plenty of times before, so we know what is going to happen next. But I’ll start from the beginning.
I looked down at the cream-colored paper while my mind raced with ideas. The benchmark writing prompt read something like, “Describe your perfect bedroom” with specific detail and such, and I instantly thought of an episode on Extreme Home Makeover, where they designed a candy themed room. As I dabbed down my thoughts on the wide ruled paper about a Hershey’s chocolate bar headboard, I had the most confident and excited smile on my face; I had just known I would make an amazing grade. I was right, I did great considering I was only in fifth grade at the time. This was the time where I loved my English class, the brightly lit room with twenty other children, the floral scent, my amazing teacher and when I thought
I have always wanted to know if the type of soccer ball I use in my soccer games will help me improve in my skills. Do you think professionals check and do research on the type of soccer ball they use? Do you think using two different materialized soccer balls effect the distance the ball travels when a force is applied to it? Scoring a goal in a soccer game is a difficult thing to do, but what if you know what the material of a soccer ball is and how helpful it could be. Well the material used on a soccer ball may be more responsive off the foot than other types of material. If you go to score a goal from a further distance and you have the ball that is very responsive then it’ll go straight to the back of the net. If I test two different types of materialized soccer balls to see which ball will travel the furthest, then ball, PU (Polyurethane) will travel the greater distance, because this type of material is used more for outdoor, it’s tough and adapts to a wide temperature range. This way the ball won’t rip and tear apart, it will last longer than PVC (Poly Vinyl Chloride) material.
It was an early Tuesday morning and me and my brother Brandon were eating sticky buns on the couch before school, around the corner was my mom.
The activity that happens on a football field includes mass, speed, quickening, torque, and numerous different ideas. While a few onlookers see just gore and bedlam, splendid athletic exhibitions and bone jostling crashes, the science-minded see the field as a working lab.
It was a rather uninteresting autumn day. I was a freshman in high school, in my first class of the day, geometry. There was a polite knock on the door; one of the school counselors. She asked my teacher if she could have a word with her and one of my classmates in the hallway. My teacher reluctantly complied, and dragged the student out with her into the hallway to discuss matters. On that student’s desk was a paper bag of assorted candies. There was a hanging silence in the air without the teacher’s instruction to fill it, until I heard the crinkling of paper behind me. I turned and saw one of my classmates holding the bag and stealing a chocolate. He then publicly asked if anybody would like some. The bag started making its way around the
“ Everyone makes mistakes.” This was a phrase that continuously played in my head while tears rolled down my face. I was thirteen years old and had recently been practicing driving with my dad in our church parking lot. I believed I was the poster child for safe driving. I never drove too fast, hit any cones or made my dad scared for his life while riding with me. After another great driving lesson with my dad, I worked up the courage to ask my dad if I could park my mom’s car in the garage. This seems super trivial but I knew if I did it and my dad recorded my great parking job I would earn some cool points with some of the kids in my class. After ten suspenseful seconds, my dad finally answered my question and let me park the car. I was ecstatic and already filled with pride. I made sure to drive slow so my dad could get some great footage of me driving. My foot stepped on the brake but for some reason the garage wall kept getting closer and closer. I had made the biggest mistake. I had stepped on the gas instead of the brake. Just as the wall began to fall, so did the tears from my eyes. I jumped out of the car and tried to clear off some of the bricks from my mom’s car. As I tried cleaning it off, the rest of the wall came crashing down just as I knew my life was going to when I had to tell my mom what happened. My dad ran over to make sure I was okay and began to try and comfort me, assuring me that everything was an easy fix. Although I appreciated the mercy my dad