“Annmarie” she replied and then burst into tears.
This seemed to be a satisfactory answer for her.
“I was just helping out on the side-line” I said. “How did you get in here?” she asked, “you’re too young to be playing”. She looked at me as if she was confused to see me. I looked down at my hand and to my astonishment, I was still holding my hurley! I looked around and saw a player close by me on the side-line. Could it be that her magic bracelet had taken me to one of her games? I realised that these women looked like the camogie players in the photos around the time that my great grandmother Maureen was playing camogie. Excerpt From Izzy’s Magical Camogie Adventure
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