When I was a kid, I thought I could do anything. I was going to be the next Nadia Comaneci when I did gymnastics, the next Chris Evert when I played tennis and the next Vivian Leigh when I watched old movies with my sister. I grew too tall for gymnastics and my silver screen ambitions faded like Scarlett O’Hara’s “velvet-curtain” dress. But tennis was different; with tennis, I lost my confidence. By the end of junior high school I quit the tennis team, convinced I wasn’t good enough. E...
When I was a kid, I thought I could do anything. I was going to be the next Nadia Comaneci when I did gymnastics, the next Chris Evert when I played tennis and the next Vivian Leigh when I watched old movies with my sister. I grew too tall for gymnastics and my silver screen ambitions faded like Scarlett O’Hara’s “velvet-curtain” dress. But tennis was different; with tennis, I lost my confidence. By the end of junior high school I quit the tennis team, convinced I wasn’t good enough. E...
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