Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26070763-20170622062814/@comment-26272757-20170622115208

Well that's a long story. When I was a kid, my dad didn't have enough money to buy me football boots. I used to work in a factory to earn some money for the family. We didn't have a lot, but we had each other, and that was enough. I was jealous of some kids who did have enough money to buy football boots and I used to go to the park to watch them play. One of those boys came to me and said: "I will be a famous footballer while you will work in the factory the entire rest of your life." I never forgot what he said to me. I didn't know what to say, but I was furious. I couldn't look him in the eyes, his arrogant eyes full of self-awareness. So I took his football away from him and threw it in a bin from 40 yards. The garbageman just drove by and he threw the content of the bin in his garbage truck, so that guy who was a piece of garbage of a human-being himself never saw it again. From that moment I knew what my destination was: I was going to be a pro basketballer. I saved my money and it took months, but I finally had saved enough to buy me a basketball. However, I had to sacrifice food for the family to follow my dreams. I practiced day after day, but it was hard to tell if I was good enough. Until one day when the famous basketballer John McHoop came to me and he asked me if I could show him my skills. He said to me once I was done that I would never be good enough to become a pro basketballer. My dreams were ruined by my hero, I was in tears for the whole rest of the day. But I knew I couldn't cry forever. I had to take action. I went to a basketball club in town and played my best basketball ever. And they said I was welcome to the team, the end.

Germany, are you in a midlife crisis?