Autobiography

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Innocent vacation to New York turned into a blood frenzy with a four year old girl left with thirty-seven stitches in one finger. Became ambidextrous.

Figure skating since I was two, I fell while practicing and sprained my hip. I was becoming a grandma at age nine. Ice became my best friend.

In fifth grade my school forced us to take an instrument. On top of the annoying “practice points” we did for homework, we had many annual concerts. Flute in hand, I strutted down the hallway ready for this concert. With my one-inch heels and my fancy black dress, I was the star. Owning the hallway catwalk, I fall and break my thumb. Show over. No more flute playing for me...definetly not a let down.

Tennis became the sport for me. For a couple summers, Wisconsin hosted a camp just for tennis. Playing for nine hours a day, I developed shin splints. Starting at seven in the morning until noon, we ran and practiced sprints. One in the afternoon until six was strictly for skill improving. Seven at night to nine at night was for playing matches. The weekends were our three-day tournaments.

At age eleven, I was diagnosed with the growing disease Osgood Schlatters. Walking became very difficult for me. Hearing my alarm go off in the morning and putting my cold feet on my warm carpet was the worst feeling. Most mornings, I would even fall from my knees giving out on me and not being able to support myself. Falling became a second nature to me. I finally grew out of it and was the same exact height as before. The irony amused me…only a little.

The hospital became my second home by age thirteen. I almost became immune to the x-rays and MRI’s because I had so many of them. My chronic back pain was not healed by physical therapy. Running out of options for pain relief. I’m on a first name basis with the doctors: at least I have more friends.