In elementary school, I was the last one picked for any team sport. Rightly so, embarrassing as the memory is. I was short, skinny, wore glasses and was terrified of flying balls. Consigned to the outfield during baseball games, I sorted through emerald blades of glass looking for ladybugs. If a ball did come rocketing towards me, (and I noticed) I ran from it, pretending the sun had blinded
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