You all have one, everyone does. If you don't have at least one favorite you have few good choices. Some people change theirs once a week, some have theirs for a lifetime. Some people believe in bad luck and good luck associated with them, while some have one because of someone who was important to them. I'm talking about numbers people. Not phone numbers, just a favorite numerical number.
Mines 27. It has been 27 since 7th grade. My number history takes me back long ago to way back to when I was little. For some strange reason there is something with me and the number 7, probably because I was born on March 7th. When I was in kindergarten, the very first soccer team I played for gave me the number 17. We didn't get to choose it was just given to me. I really didn't put much thought into it at the time, while I was probably more concerned with going to McDonald's after the game. However, it started a trend. The more teams I played on the more I was number 17 or 7. In 3rd grade my favorite athlete at the time was Cobi Jones, who played midfield for the US MNT. Early in his career he was 17, but in 3rd grade he switched to 13. So when he switched it meant I had to switch.
This is when numbers started becoming important to me. Being 13 made me excited, I wanted to be like Cobi, and was, until life played a mean trick on me and stopped my growth and everyone else sprouted up. In 7th grade I joined a new soccer team, only problem was there was a kid who was already 13. When Coach asked for my number I had to do a double check and the first number that popped into my head was my locker number...27. From their on it was love. I feel that 27 is my lucky number, I always get Question #27 right on tests (no lie). The 27th day of every month is an awesome day. It's just one of those things in life...we all have them.
(Photo: Kick Sqad ends with 7!)
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