Lieste, where I live fencing is even more foreign and exotic than hockey (or anything that requires a slab of ice). As kids we all had fun playing pirates with sticks, you just get to keep playing it.
Soccer seems to have caught on though, at least with kids (I don't know anyone my age who knows anything about it).
The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in Gives way and suddenly it’s day again The sun is in the east Even though the day is done Two suns in the sunset, hmph Could be the human race is run
