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I’m no hacky sack champion. My lifetime record for the number of kicks I’ve made before the hacky sack hits the corner of my shoe and angles for the ground is less than ten.

But I like to hacky sack. I like the way it sounds when it hits my shoe, like sand falling into a bucket at the beach. And it’s so satisfying when it hits the sweet spot — the spot where my arch curves, and where the sole of my shoe meets the three stripes of my Adidas…