I've collected bouncy balls for as long as I can remember. (I have memories of storing my collection [which, at that point, consisted of about 6 balls] in a back pocket of my blue Play-Skool chairs.) Through the years, it has come to the point where if I walk past one of those bouncy-ball-dealing vending machines and I happen to have a quarter somewhere on my person, I will buy a ball. I will. This is non-negotiable. Most of the time, I am supremely disappointed; the only balls I ever seem to get are those ugly multi-puke-colored swirl balls. But sometimes I get lucky and a ball like THIS rolls out to greet me.
And that makes all my quarters worthwhile.
(Originally shot for Macroday's "ball" prompt.)
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