I'm Uncoordinated, Yet I Can Still . . .

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Sports are difficult. The only sports I can stand to participate in are ones that don't require a ball or a team. I'm completely and utterly incompetent in them! I can't catch a ball and if the surface of the ground has slight bumps I'm also prone to tripping. Team sports? I become clueless as to what is going on. I remember trying to play kickball in middle school and certain students would act as bases for each round; I would end up running to the wrong bases because I couldn't recognize quickly enough which was which because I was too focused on running to the next base and/or wouldn't catch it being said the first time.

I still can't swim, and when I was 14 I spent a good 30+ hours trying to learn how to tread water with some family members at a lake in Arkansas. I just didn't learn it. It's still something I'd like to learn.

My writing sucks unless I do it very slowly. It borders on illegible, but others can read it with a lot of effort involved.

Tying things is also difficult.

I used to *always* bump into a light fixture hanging from my friend's ceiling in his apartment at least once for each night I stayed there until I learned to just stay away from the area it is at. I get in and out of cars differently than most people because I don't wish to bump my legs or arms into anything.

But I can draw very well and can fare normal in activities such as videogames. I'm also quite adept at wiring circuits together and soldering and have a reasonably steady hand when it comes to welding.

Learning how to ride a bike was a one hell of an episode!

I have terrible hand-eye coordination and am very clumsy. But I can still play the guitar, piano and clarinet. I can also shoot hops and play catch sometimes if I'm by myself or only a few people are involved.

I have bad aim, a weak upperbody, bad in sports except badminton and table tennis, but yet I can still do tricks like front and backflips, no handed cartwheels, different jumping kicks, all without the ability to jump high. I guess it's because when you like something so much, your disability doesn't really affect it.

When I finally learned how to balance the damned thing, I was so happy. It felt so liberating to see how fast I could pedal it to riding down a long 1/8th mile hill. No more walking to get to where I wanted to go. I had finally caught up to where other kids my age were at age 11 when they were... 5 or 6?