I did an essay. My teacher said it was too cliché
I took it too literal and became obsessed with creating something original.
I found new ways of expression. I sketched in my wind down time.
I started going toy sport more often. I was good. Not as good as my ex pal team mate. My mum said when she came to meet me and my brother that she was going to be beating everyone up in no time. We had years on her.
I showed her how to do front crawl. I had been swimming for years. She beat me on about the third length of the pool. No.doubt sport was her talent.
I told her in class when she was a bit indecisive about college after high school that she should stick to sport. She had nothing to prove. I think I need to take this on board myself !