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Dear Sports...I’m Sorry
Dear Sports,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’ll never be able to make you proud. I know that my brother and father are friends of yours and I’m sorry that I can never be. Even if I tried.
My father has tried to help me befriend you through all of middle and elementary school. I made the teams but I could still never be considered “athletic”.
I’m sorry that I have disappointed you and my family. I’m sorry that a musician like me couldn’t do it.
I’m sorry that the hours I spent at the gym never paid off.
But don’t worry, I am being punished for it. With scowls, jeers and other harsh things, as if my clumsiness couldn’t speak for itself.
I’m sorry that I can’t be “perfect” like everyone else. I’m sorry. I know that you may forgive me even though my father never will. Even though a theatre girl who can’t dance but can sing you to tears, is enough for every one else, it isn’t enough for him.
And I must live with that every day.
Sincerely,
Queen Clumsiness
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This is a very personal letter that took my a long time to write. I’ve played just about every sport there is and I’ve never been good. I’m a Freshman now and I never tried out for a sports team. My father is disappointed. And I can’t do it any more.