As one of the slowest kids in my small Alabama town, both physically and mentally, growing up was hard for me. To add to this, my father was never around and my mom put it as “on vacation”, one that he would never return from. I wasn’t very accepted by other children in my school, except for Jenny Curran, who had a hard life as well. When she was five years old, her mother passed away and her father was an alcoholic who abused and molested his children, but not Jenny after she was taken to live with her grandmother. To get back to the physical slowness, I had extremely strong legs, but a crooked spine which caused me to have to wear leg braces for the majority of my childhood and teenage years. The most relieving feeling, though, happened on the day that a group of bullies on bikes chased me down. Jenny told me to run and I did just that. I kept hearing Jenny yell run and as I struggled to run faster and faster my leg braces fell off my legs and I was sprinting like no other. From then on, running was my thing.
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