Me, circa 1988.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
An orange jersey. Shin guards. White cleats.
My dad running up and down the sidelines cheering me on, encouraging me to go get the ball, to get in on the action.
Me, far more interested in whether my braids were straight and in keeping my shoes clean than trying to kick a soccer ball.
Turns out team sports were never my thing.
Plus, orange was never really my color anyway.
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