Who am I? I am chosen.

 

From friskychile.blogspot.com

From friskychile.blogspot.com

 

Remember back in the day when you wanted to play double-dutch or kickball and you were picked last or next to last? Ok I did. Perhaps your experience was different. Wasn’t a cool feeling was it? Oh wait! Better yet, you’re hoping this fine guy from the senior class asks you to the prom because he has shown some interest in you but he asks someone else. Ugh!

It is something about anticipating being picked for something of significance like the prom or a kickball team. And then when that anticipation is not met I have felt so deflated sometimes it feels like the basketball from the pickup game during recess hit me!

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