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My Athletic Family
My mother’s athleticism is nonexistent; the only thing she can do is cook so if that’s athletics, then sure. My sister was the star of volleyball and softball. And my dad was a skier and a baseball, and softball coach.
And then there’s me. The girl forced into the sports to follow suit of my sister. It’s as if the world stopped in place. I wanted to be in baseball and softball, but I was as bad as a football player playing basketball. But then I tried volleyball.
Training for three years, I could overhand serve before anyone. I was told I was better than my sister even (my sister was an eighth grader, and I was a sixth grader). I was like the up and coming star in Hollywood and gaining fame. People would cheer for me. People would comment how I was the number one player. People would mention that I deserved the number one pasted on my back. The rush of energy to not let those people down made me do better.
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