As I was growing up I have to admit that I was hardly ever the first one chosen for anything other then to be picked on by the school bullies. I recall my younger years dreading at times recess, because some of the “in crowd” like to make sport of those who just seem to not fit in. Not being overly athletic or popular it was a rare occasion indeed to actually be asked to participate in a group activity. Pick me pick me, the hands and voices would rise as the more athletic kids would choose up sides for a pick-up game of kick ball. Each child, in their own way, was running their own little election campaign, attempting to be chosen ahead of someone else for the choice spot of being first. Just once I wanted to be the one to pick sides, to choose who was going to be on my team, to be the captain and to actually run the show.
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