Then they’d head right back into the backyard. Then, like clockwork, 15 minutes later, one of them would approach the other and ask, “Do you want to play again?” “I’m never playing with you again!” one - or sometimes both - of them would scream, as they headed off to separate parts of the house. ![]() There weren’t many obstacles, other than an old, wooden playground they never used and a hyper dachshund they’d hook to the fence.īut after varying periods of time, the inevitable always happened: Jaela would get frustrated that her brother wasn’t trying, or Clayton would get upset that she was hitting the ball too hard. Clayton Zimmerman didn’t really feel he had a choice when his big sister Jaela dragged him into the family’s backyard to smack a volleyball around.
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