It reminded me of how my younger brother and I spent endless hours climbing behind upright bleachers (it’s amazing what you could find back there!) and empty high school hallways while my dad coached his basketball team/s. The two activities we always returned to were shooting baskets and trying to find enough change to buy candy in the vending machine. We never really bothered asking dad for the money because the desperation of not being able to succeed was a big part of the fun.

The sad part only came years later when I walked through those same halls and found that the magic we had created was so many times more satisfying than high school.