My Granddaughter, Jaclynn, arrived for supper after her first volleyball tournament. After a lot of teasing about how she and her team did, or didn’t do, it was their fist ever tournament after all, Dad told us this short story…

“When I tought in Mervin (Saskatchan) the school was in an old store. There was no playground outside and I didn’t want them playing in the street. To give them something to do during their lunch break one day I gave them a balloon to play volleyball across a string tied from wall to wall.”