Although I was never small I can also relate to this story in a way. When I was younger I was a very chubby and unathletic kid. I was always teased for being the fat kid and I never knew why I wasn't good at sports. Being from St. Louis the question when I was younger was how come I'm not good at soccer. But as time went on I began to realize what was important and that sports were just a part of it. Then around seventh grade everything started to change. I began to grow into my body, fill out, and gain an amount of coordination I never had before. I began to play basketball all the time. My dad was my coach. By time my eight grade year rolled around I was the M.V.P. of my AAU division and I was averaging over 20 points a game, and now all those kids were left behind.
             Then came freshman year of high school and I began to play football, but my real reason for going to my highschool is because I wanted to play basketball. Football was fun though but I wasn't too good at it my first year. That was okay though because I was still going to play basketball. Then two days into tryouts I rolled my ankle and injured it pretty badly and basketball abruptly stopped. I never played basketball again, but it was due to my choice. I was out for most the season and I was guaranteed a spot on next years team, but then things changed. I started working really hard at football and that's what I chose to do and that's what I'm doing now in college. The whole point of that story is though that all the kids who made fun of this big, fat, unathletic kid are sitting somewhere wishing they are still playing soccer and the unathletic fat kids is a collegiate athlete. My how things change and how every one gets their evens.
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