Pick.
On the schoolyard playground, I was often picked last when teams were chosen.
Didn’t matter the game. Kickball. Football. Baseball. Basketball.
Always last or next to last.
You see, I was small for my age. Short. Very thin.
But, my size didn’t reflect how fast I was.
But, speed mattered little on the playground.
It was always the tall kids chosen early.
They went first. They never knew the “thrill” of watching everyone else picked first.
I rarely think about being picked last.
As an adult looking back, I’m just thankful I was chosen at all.
I was included.
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