Competitive sports made my stomach clench.
The days the teacher announced
we were going outside
to play kickball
were days
I wished
I could
disappear.
If anyone had bothered to teach me the skills required —
kicking
catching
throwing a ball —
perhaps it wouldn’t have been so torturous.
Some of the kids even found it fun —
the ones who were good at it.
For me it was the lowest
level
of
hell.
Tossed into shark-infested waters
without a life preserver.
Sink or swim, kid.
I invariably sank.
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