I was not built for land. Trust me. When I was little and my parents put me in AYSO, I spent most of my time sitting in the middle of the field picking flowers for my hair or making flutes out of grass. Then, on the rare occasion that I would run after the ball, it was normally followed by a mouthful of grass after I tripped, hard! My dad used to joke that I was like a bull in a China shop.
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