![]() ![]() Still, no matter how much I protested or how much my brother advocated on my behalf, they never changed their minds. ![]() But now my parents were worried about me getting hurt? It didn’t add up. I held my own with the boys, and was better than most.Īs for football, I had already been playing tackle with my brothers and their friends on the street, in backyards and on rock-filled school playground lots. Both of us were naturally athletic and had great coordination and dexterity. Up until that moment, my brother and I had been playing soccer together on a co-ed team since we were five. I was not allowed to play, out of fear I might get hurt because I was a girl. I was 8 years old when my twin brother had signed up to play youth football.
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