Luckily, I've never been one to throw much away. Here we have numerous balls from my childhood. Some I found under the porch, some in forgotten closets, and some I stole from neighborhood children because I needed to round out my collection. Whatever color a rubber basketball was originally, enough outdoor use will eventually bring it closer and closer to white. Outdoor use tends to turn me brown.
The light blue ball (front row, third from the left) is a Pinky and the Brain Ball my mom won at Worlds of Fun in Kansas City.
The red-black-yellow striped ball was not originally part of this picture. It bounced in front of the group like a poser right before I took this shot.
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