I miss my childhood. It was the worst of times, it was the best of times. On one hand I was abused by my stepfather, but on the other hand I got to play sports which I loved. I miss Making people regret underestimating me. Being a rather porky kid, most assumed I would not be sports inclined and therefore s***. Because when I was in school the teacher didn’t make teams until the end of the unit for. (Each sport we played was a unit) And at the end of the unit which was like week three there would be a mini tournament throughout the week. Winners didn’t get anything. Well we got the f****** glory, but I digress. At the beginning of each school year dating back to my middle school days, the kids would all foolishly pick me last. They would learn that this was a mistake that I’d make them pay for. Because you could visibly see them dissing you by looking you dead in the face, look disgusted, and look to the kid that eats booger’s and pick him. Or atleast that’s what it felt like. I had a chip on my shoulder. I had something to prove. Because I’m a natural competitor. Was just born that way. If I’m not winning or playing well, I’m not having fun. Yeah I could have laid I off the chicken nuggets and soda but f*** they were so good back then. Anyways, I’ve always been sports inclined. I was just pudgy. In the end, I embarrassed quite a few kids that were “athletic” and played on actual sports. Specifically in soccer and football for the most part. I was a homing beacon. I knew where the ball was going each play. I was the Ed reed of Hs flag football. I picked off the JV starter numerous times. Sometimes it wasn’t his fault. Some of his intended targets either gave up on the route randomly or were just unprepared for me to make a play on the ball because I’d come out of nowhere and because it’s flag football. Not everyone cared. But I know he did. He was the same as me in regards to the want/need to win. I was also a decent receiver. In soccer I sauced varsity defenders in epic fashion. Sophomore year there were two players from the varsity soccer team. They ended up on the same team. They basically stopped everyone. Well except for me. I learned soccer moves from playing fiffa. I practiced them alone at my house when I got bored. They came in handy. I did the elastico on one and coasted to a blocked shot. And the other I did a rainbow flick on which also led to a shot that was blocked but went to a team mate and they scored so I call that an assist lol. I liked the elastico more, because he was shook when I did it. Like.. did a short fat kid just break my ankles.. tf.. he later gave me a fist bump. He eventually got me into my first Hs party where I got high for the first time and almost got my d*** sucked. But someone just had to call the police. Like I remember almost waiting so I could fight the cops over c*** blocking me. They f****** cop blocked me. But someone like grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back door. It was wild, because this entire time you’ve been reading this I’ve been making it up every step of the way. Well the base story is true. I enjoyed gym class, but I was never like “oh yeah f*** me its gym class time let’s go boys, let’s get that f****** W yeehaaaawww!!” But aside from that, pure fiction. Let that be a lesson to you, get off the f****** toilet you f***. 😀