When I was younger I broke my ankle playing backyard football with a few of my buddies. It was a bad break, one of those injuries where everyone around you can feel your anguish as you writhe about in pain. The doctors said that because I was so young, they were able to restructure my ankle and tendons to be even stronger than before. As it turned out MUCH stronger. It was soon after my cast came off that began to notice I could kick things really hard. In fact, while testing my reflexes in the doctor's office I accidentally kicked him in the balls so hard he can't father children anymore (it was funny at the time). Long story short, I discovered I had a knack for kicking field goals, despite my young age and short stature, and signed a long term contract with a Canadian Football team. The locker room was kind of weird, my mom started dating one of the players and I learned to treasure my friends more than fame or fortune. As with most things in life, my talent for kicking the crap out of stuff began to fade. However, it faded as quickly as it came and i was out of professional football after just one season. I haven't kicked anything for years now.