On a scale of one to ten, I’d be a ten. However, in this case, ten being last. When I was younger, I’d be last at almost everything, I was last in the batting order for all my little league baseball games, last to finish my food at the table, last to get ready for school, I was last at almost everything. If animals were to race to a finish line, I’d be a turtle with a broken leg. The point is, I was always last as a child. Around the eighth grade, nothing really changed about my mentality. I was the last person anyone would expect to be first. After many years of this consistent trend, I was tired of it. It then became a goal of mine to change this. At the time, my favorite activity was basketball. As expected, I was last at this too. When
