Moved to a new school in 3rd grade and one of the classes I had was music class. Apparently, in this school district, music was a required class every year so every kid could hear notes played on a piano and right them on the music sheet. Every kid except me that is. I just sat there with a "WTF" look on my face until about 10 notes in the kid next to me starts telling me where to put the notes. But he is just f-ing with me and making a joke out of it and I realize he is just playing connect the dots about 9 notes in and I start crying... in front of everyone.
I was in 5th grade or so and visiting my brother in his high school while he was staying after for Orchestra practice. I really needed to go to the restroom and started wandering around to look for a restroom. I found the restroom but they were locked. And the doors I went through locked behind me. So I was stuck. But I needed to go so badly and I just ended up peeing in my pants. I have no idea why I didn't just whip it out and pee in the corner but I wet myself instead.
apparently, they felt i was pigeon-toed (i'm not) and was necessary to correct the "problem"... freaking medieval doctors preying on the fear and ignorance of mothers it was for 2 or 3 years during elementary school. i never wore them during sports (P.E., track-n-field, etc.)
I feel your pain, man. Parents get scared so easily sometimes. I couldn't even play football for the first week of school because my parents were so scared I'd permanently maim myself. It took ALOT of begging and cajoling to finally convince them I wasn't going to die.
At least it wasn't some finely crafted machine made by your Dad. Apparently about 90% of the derby cars are adult made.
I, too, never learned how to roller skate (I didn't even try ice skating). There has been a couple of times where I have had to take my daughter to the local skating rink and I just sit there and watch. Because the few times I have tried getting out there, I always land on my ass. I played 2 years of football in junior high and was a wide receiver (specifically a split end). I barely played my 8th grade year (we had a great team that year and the majority of our starters were all in the 9th grade) but my 9th grade year, I played quite a bit even getting to start 1 game. I always made catches in practice and even scored a touchdown in a scrimmage but in a real game, I never even caught ONE single pass. Granted, most of the time when we call a pass play, our QB had to run for his life as our O-Line completely sucked. But still, you would think I would have made at least 1 reception, especially considering how well I did in practices and scrimmages. That was a big reason why I quit playing after junior high (and the fact that I was skinny and felt I would get killed). My first year in babe ruth baseball (13 year old year or 7th grade), I only got to bat 1 time the whole year. Realizing I wouldn't get to play much, I refused to go out and buy cleats. So, I showed up to every game with my uniform on and tennis shoes. Looking back at it, I wished I hadn't done that. I was considered a really good basketball player when I was in elementary school because I had a good outside shot as well as quickness to go with my speed. But starting around junior high, I started growing (went from 5 feet tall to 6 feet 2 inches in 3 years) and lost all my coordination. Being able to take people off the dribble was no longer happening and my outside shot had curiously gone away. After languishing on the jv for the first 2 years of junior high, I didn't even try out my 9th grade year. Never in a million years did I think that my basketball career would turn out that way. I mean I was scoring about 20 a game when I was 9 and 10. Sucks when you start growing and you become clumsy.
i think you're happier there than if your growth spurt was cut by 75% or so and you remained just as coordinated
LOL. You should have seen the car I built for my son this year. Man, revenge was so sweet. It smelled like victory.
