A night that comes but once a year, not being Christmas, but being something that makes me just as happy, something that I love so much that I wish it would never end. 

The fresh cut green grass trickles through my nose and fills me with joy, the white lines painted on the bright green grass so perfectly. The big bright lights being so blinding yet illuminating something beautiful for everyone to see. Two teams going to war for 48 minutes, leaving everything they have on that bright green grass. Nothing is better than Homecoming Football. 

I arrive at the school and my nerves haven’t quite set in just yet. I’m not thinking about the game. I make my way to the back of the school to the locker room door and glance at the beautiful field, but I still try not to think about the game. I walk down the hallway I have walked through so many times before, putting more and more memories in my head, yet I still don’t think about the game. I walk into the locker room being greeted by my brothers; it’s time to get ready but I’m still not thinking about the game. I’m all geared up and ready to go to the field, still not thinking about the game. 

Homecoming football is so beautiful yet I don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to think about it ending.