NOT GONNA HAPPEN:
I love this old photo of me i found, it says so much. You can see me in our backyard where i have been placed before a soccer ball, wearing my brothers soccer boots standing on what was used as a cricket pitch in our backyard, if you look up the top you can even see where the lawn is worn from the batting, my dad is standing in the right of the photo willing me on to do something, anything all the while i’m standing there with my little hands demurely clasped together probably thinking ‘I dont think so honey!!’. This strip of lawn was later the site of endless hours of torture to me when my brother would make me stand there and bowl over and over to him as he practiced batting, even to this day whenever i have to throw a ball i dry retch, the sporting gene very obviously past me by and flew right over my head.