She had not wanted muscles. If you're twelve years old, and five-foot-seven and weigh (arrrrrgh!) almost a hundred pounds, muscles don't help. They just make you look even bigger. Dad did not listen. He dragged her onto the court and made her play horse and one-on-one. It would have been torture if she had cared, since he could outshoot her from anywhere in the driveway and block any shot she tried to take. "Come on!" he said. "Shoot it! Shoot it!" And when she tried to shoot he slapped it away and she had to chase it out into the road again... Text version: http://summergrasses.com/content/stories/schoolyardsketches/roaringcrowd/1 Running time: 24:23

[ Fri, 14 Dec 2007 00:00:00 GMT ]

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