Sports has always, and still is, nowhere to be seen in my interests. I do not even like to watch it. Except for Gymnastics. I always dreamed about being a gymnast and I wanted to go the Olympics and do the floor exercise and win a gold medal. I could do a cartwheel, and that is about as far as that ever went, since 'way back in the day' there were no gymnastics classes within an hour of where I lived, that dream died fast.
Fast forward about 30 years later and my 10 year old is now on the 5th grade volleyball team at her school. I am so proud of her. Proud that not only is she showing an interest in something that I despised my whole life, but that she loves it and she is good at it! Obviously she did not get her sportsman-like genes from my eggs!
You can rest assured that when I go to her first game, she won't be dodging the ball and praying that it comes nowhere near her like a little girl I once knew!

