Wired Fence

I really thought I could do it.
They made it look so easy.
The 5'10" giant with the blue soccer jersey
The 5'8" goalie with the strong jump.
Me. Their short horizontally fast striker. Bench warmer. Which ever.
Twenty minuets after soccer practice and our parents still weren't there. 
The sun was beaming down on us and even the coach when inside.
We were still on the field, listlessly kicking a ball around.
We were suppose to wait for our rides inside the field-
but the trees on the sidewalk were much cooler
The gate was all the way at the opposite end of the field.
We were lazy.
We were board.
It was hot
the hight ignored. 
There was a fence
We're feeling fit
They jumped the fence
I caught on it...
Not my proudest moment as I felt my jersey shorts rip,
Apparently there was an art to jumping
old metal diamond shaped wired fences.
For future references. bring your hips sideways. Not forwards. 
A spiky point dug itself into a place right above my knee
And as my moment flung me forward
A part of my jersey shorts decided it was comfortable right there on the metal. 
I tumbled over.
On the ground.
Leg was bleeding
Cuss profound.
parents saw
and we laughed
hurt my hand
my shorts- alas! 
Two tall friends
then helped me up
And that was the last 
Fence I hopped!