The summer finally seems to have arrived in England. There’s a park nearby to my parents house where Mikey has loved to run around and play on the skate ramps when no other children are around, climbing up the ramps and rolling his ball down.
He’s been making the most of the concrete tennis courts to practice riding his scooter and to play football (soccer) with his uncle. He’s getting pretty good at kicking the ball in the right direction, although he hasn’t quite got the hang of not being able to use his hands. Perhaps he’d maker a better goal keeper than a striker?
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