The boys never passed her the soccer ball. That’s how it was. She was so happy to play with them that she never even thought about being upset about it. Within few monthes they learned how to play. But she did not. Eventually she stopped to want the ball. She wanted her team to win. She became goal keeper. After a while. She became good. and soon. the best. So much so that she thought that she liked it. Being a goal keeper. The balls hits her straight red palm one after an other. She trained on enduring the pain. She had read in a kid review an article on boudhism. She felt like she was doing some sort of spiritual activity. Mastering the pain. On the soccer field. But also when she fight with the boys. In the sand pit. They watched her going peacefully to the bathroom whith a bleeding nose thinking she was convenient. For a girl. Convenient. She had to be convenient. She did not need to be a boy to play with them. She just needed to be convenient. So she was and she thought she liked it.