A last dance for Twinkletoes
While moving out of my house this summer, I excavated two sports-related objects from the sediment of my childhood. The first was my tennis racket. The second was a photo of me as a Blizzard Zombie, “Blizzard Zombie” being the name of my U12 Youth Soccer team. In the photo I appear as a grinning, snaggle-toothed preteen with tousled hair and eyes undimmed by doubt or care. When my mother saw this picture, she clutched it to her chest and told me that it made her want to cry.
I thought that was funny because it made me want to cry, too. I feel that my utter lack of athletic aptitude...
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