I am the first one to admit that I have lived a pretty boring and sheltered life. The only real rebellion I can say I've had is never letting my size be a deterrent for things I wanted to do.
Growing up I was a small child. not sickly, but I was significantly smaller in both height and weight than most of my peers. My mother wanted me in sports and activities where my size would be an asset, where I would not get hurt by other children. These sports and activities consisted of things like gymnastics and dance. I wanted none of it. I wanted to play soccer. This horrified my mother and thrilled my father, but after much argument I was allowed to play.
After my very first game, the coach motioned for my parents to come speak with him privately. Through muffled whispers I managed to get the gist of their conversation. I was too small, too slow and would be knocked around by the other kids. He was worried I'd get hurt. I can still remember the smile of satisfaction my mother shot my father for having someone else agree with her initial concerns.
After a ton of argument, and me standing my ground (with my father's support), we came to a compromise. I'd get to play one year, and if I could prove myself then maybe I could continue. I don't think anyone really expected me to play much, but they were wrong. That coach lit a fire in me. How dare he discourage me solely based on size, not taking into account talent or willpower, it pissed me off to be honest.
I steadily improved throughout the year. Within weeks I was not only keeping up with the other kids, but surpassing them. I took hits, had the wind knocked out of me, and was knocked around constantly. I may have been covered in bruises, but I never complained. I never shied away from challenging the biggest kid for the ball, even if I damn well knew I'd end up with my ass on the ground. I was hell bent on proving myself, and I did. At the year end league awards I was named the top defender in my age group and it was my father's turn to shoot my mom, and coach, a satisfied smile.
A few years later while in competitive swimming another coach commented on my size with concern. This time my mother had just one thing to say....
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