I don't remember being clumsy before the spring semester of my freshman year. I was uncoordinated, sure. Athletically challenged to a "t" and incapable of sinking a ball into a hoop or kicking it into a net or other apparatus, of course. But if I were asked to carry the balls up a flight of stairs or set up the net thingy, I could handle it. There would be no flutter of nerves from the people around me as they watched me lug the balls up a flight of steps and they wouldn't be watching, frosty, on their toes and waiting to dive out of the way if one of my movements went awry. This was a luxury I didn't realize I had until it was ruthlessly taken away from me and I became a clumsy girl.
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