It was sixth grade too.
At camp.
First night.
Valley Vista Softball Camp where I was going to hone my skills as a budding athlete. I know this is hard to believe, but I was and still am shy. It takes a lot of energy for me to engage people so I've learned to practice and compensate on a regular basis.
At Valley Vista, I was a shy kid with bad depth perception and a short attention span. Right field was perfect. Until I had to pee and didn't want to interrupt and waited way too long.
It was embarrassing but no one shamed me and I did make some good friends. Some older girls took me under their wing and were incredibly kind.
It was the final game that shamed me. There I was in right field, singing, counting blades of grass, thinking about pizza when a really large girl got up to bat and pointed her bat at me. That got my attention.
I was ready, the ball went into the air, flying right to me, I was running back, tracking it and missing it be a million miles. She got a home run. I thought it would be like the movies where it landed in my glove, but no dice.
I think I got a "most improved" trophy. So for all those who don't think losers should get trophies, I'm sticking my tongue out at you.
It's fine. It was all a good learning experience, but I did finally have to give up softball as an adult. One, because we are really busy and I don't have that much fun. Two, I got horrible stomachaches and butterflies. It's like shame just crept right back in and pointed her bat at me one more time.

Speaking of insecurity, I'm also going to give up wearing heels again. For a while, I was trying to remain taller than Sophia but now I'm giving up. I think we're all secure in the love we have for each other and can cease with the insecurities and shame anyway.
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