If you could have any mutant/super power, which one would it be, and what would you do with it?
When I was a kid, I probably would have said I wanted to have super strength or super speed. Something like that. I played a lot of sports, but I wasn't ever the best on the team. I wasn't horrible though, just kind of mediocre.
Now, my brother was one heck of a ballplayer. He made the varsity football team during his sophomore year of high school, which was pretty unheard of. Of course, with me being the little brother, I was always trying to keep up, even when I definitely couldn't. I remember there was this one time he and his buddies were going to go play a little game in the field down the street. He had just turned seventeen (I remember because he had just gotten his first car and that made me adore him even more), so I was nine. He and his friends were definitely twice my size, or more, but I begged Mike to let me play anyway. He always said no, so when he said I could, I was beyond surprised. Looking back at it now, I must have been exceptionally annoying that day. Super annoying, even.
*grin*
Anyway, we got down to the field and met up with his friends. He explained I was going to play, and I distinctly remember them all groaning in protest. After a little bit of convincing, they agreed and we set up the rules. It was three on four (me being the fourth). Mike took me on his team by default. No tackling.
We started playing, I was pretty useless. Imagine a puppy romping around after the big dogs, with it's little tail wagging back and forth. Mike must have felt bad because near the end of the game, he brought me to the side of the field and told me he was going to throw me the ball. I was pretty excited. So we set up for the play, and once it starts, I start bolting down the field. He had told me exactly where I should go to catch the ball and I made a line straight for it. It was going to be great. More than great. It was going to be spectacular. My big brother was going to throw me the ball, and I was going to catch it. I was going to score the game winning touchdown, which made me the coolest nine year old that ever lived.
My mind focused on my pending glory, I didn't notice that one of the other guys on the other team was running after me. He must have figured out what was happening, cause he caught up with me and grabbed on to the back of my shirt. Him being as large as an ox, and me being the shrimp that I was, I ended up face down on the ground. Needless to say, while I say up and picked the grass out of my mouth, Mike threw the ball to someone else.
*shrug*
It was still a pretty good day.
Now, my brother was one heck of a ballplayer. He made the varsity football team during his sophomore year of high school, which was pretty unheard of. Of course, with me being the little brother, I was always trying to keep up, even when I definitely couldn't. I remember there was this one time he and his buddies were going to go play a little game in the field down the street. He had just turned seventeen (I remember because he had just gotten his first car and that made me adore him even more), so I was nine. He and his friends were definitely twice my size, or more, but I begged Mike to let me play anyway. He always said no, so when he said I could, I was beyond surprised. Looking back at it now, I must have been exceptionally annoying that day. Super annoying, even.
*grin*
Anyway, we got down to the field and met up with his friends. He explained I was going to play, and I distinctly remember them all groaning in protest. After a little bit of convincing, they agreed and we set up the rules. It was three on four (me being the fourth). Mike took me on his team by default. No tackling.
We started playing, I was pretty useless. Imagine a puppy romping around after the big dogs, with it's little tail wagging back and forth. Mike must have felt bad because near the end of the game, he brought me to the side of the field and told me he was going to throw me the ball. I was pretty excited. So we set up for the play, and once it starts, I start bolting down the field. He had told me exactly where I should go to catch the ball and I made a line straight for it. It was going to be great. More than great. It was going to be spectacular. My big brother was going to throw me the ball, and I was going to catch it. I was going to score the game winning touchdown, which made me the coolest nine year old that ever lived.
My mind focused on my pending glory, I didn't notice that one of the other guys on the other team was running after me. He must have figured out what was happening, cause he caught up with me and grabbed on to the back of my shirt. Him being as large as an ox, and me being the shrimp that I was, I ended up face down on the ground. Needless to say, while I say up and picked the grass out of my mouth, Mike threw the ball to someone else.
*shrug*
It was still a pretty good day.