as is typical when I get my knickers in a twist about something, I kept noticing parents doing this wherever I went. It Felt Like Everyone Was Vying for Attention I felt like a bystander watching parents pushing the spotlight off of their children, only to grab it for themselves. A father talking about his years of Junior A hockey achievements at the hockey rink while his son is trying to gear up, a mother gushing about the award she won at graduation as her daughter struggled to choose a hairstyle for prom.....examples of parental stories rushed at me from the peripheral while I moved through my quiet life judging it all. I'm so slow to pick up on my own defects of character that this didn't occur to me until last night while watching my daughter at Boxing. There was my normally slow-moving eldest daughter sweating profusely, giving her heart to the work out and my thoughts drifted back to my days of Track and Field practices. I was pulled back into the feeling of the memory; it was as if I were there. Long ago, far away I was a child who didn't feel she would ever be really talented at any sport. I was "pretty good" at many things but a master of none until I found throwing. I was fortunate to be introduced to throwing the shot put and discus at the age of 10 and from there on had the pleasure of realizing a natural