Soccer.

I remember when I was a kid, and I was put into sports because my parents had hope for what I would become. I remember all I saw on that open field was neverland. I never saw a sport, or white lines painted on the grass, I saw a place to do cartwheels, and run as fast as i could without being judged. 

Then I remember the realization that I wasn't good at what I had been put there to do. That I wasn't as aggressive as the other kids on the team. 

I was always told to sit this one out at recess. 

The only thing I could seem to do correctly was swing on the swings. Even then, I could never do a backflip off, like the kid next to me. I remember that jumping off the swing felt like it could last forever, because I felt so alive up there. 

I remember always being the last one picked in dodgeball, and always the last one back in, because I was never too good at throwing the balls very far. 

People always ask why I'm not as excited as them. I don't really know why, maybe I'm just afraid to be.