When I was seven years old, I lived in Keston, and attended Baston School, going to Brownies as well. I was eager to learn. We were learning to catch a ball and unfortunately I caught the ball in my eye three times in one week. So much for that. I decided I liked learning but playing catch was not on the top of my list.
As I grew up I tended to avoid ball games, sitting on the sidelines whenever possible. But one day, something happened. A man at a volleyball game asked me why I wasn't playing.
"Oh," I said, "I can't catch".
He said, "You try to catch, and I'll stand here, and every time you make contact with the ball, I'll applaud".
So I tried. I never actually caught the ball, but every time my fingers brushed by it, he cheered and clapped. I enjoyed that game so much. If only we could all have friends that nice.
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