ALMOST Revisited My son, Ben, is now eleven, but his passion to play outside is just as strong as when he was two. At two, Ben’s favorite word was almost , and he used it to describe his endless attempts to score a basket, catch a ball, or make a goal. He wouldn’t make the shot, but almost . He would kick the ball a thousand times at the soccer goal, missing them all, and yet each time squeal gleefully that he didn’t make it, but almost ! I would laugh, toss the ball back to him, and say, “Wow, Bud! Almost ! Why don’t you line it up, and take another shot. ” Almost was the game, because it meant that we got to keep playing. Almost was the chance to stay outside, play, laugh, and be together for just a little while longer. Almost was better than making it, because the game was not yet over. I’m sure that the word almost is heard frequ...
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