My Hobbies and some Funny Stories Behind Them

I thought you might like to know what I like to do in my free time, so I created this blog for anyone who is interested.

ROCK CLIMBING is one of my favorite sports.

It fills me with so much adrenalin and when you reach the top, you stare down at everybody below you and realize how high up you are! Unfortunately, we have not found a center in NY, NJ and Manhattan, so If you know a place in any of these locations, post it on my comments please, for I will be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GRATEFUL!!



BE SCARED



OR BE A COWARD!
(I use the fake ones, so I am a coward also)

Tackle rugby is another one of my favorite hobbies. At my old school, we weren't allowed to because we were girls. We even formed a protest band in grade 3 to try and convince the teachers, but it didn't work. Here is what I felt like when I was playing touch...







I'm going to get her...








I'm going in...

I got her!




Oh, it was TOUCH rugby.

Cricket is another one of my favoured hobbies, but I never really liked it until I joined an under 13 boy's team, which was coached by a retired cricketer (not in the really competitive games). I was the only girl in the team, and 1 of the 2 girls playing in the WHOLE LEAGUE. You would imagine that I was proud, but I actually felt the opposite. Since I had about zero experience with hard, non-plastic balls, I ended up a horrid batter and an OK bowler. But it turned out that I wasn't bad at fielding. In fact, I am gratified to say that I was quite good. I managed to stop many of the balls that came flying towards me, but mot catch them. I helped others score run-outs, but I never did one myself. In fact, I copped a bad injury to my left hand when batting, and 2 weeks later, a broken arm. The broken arm came as a cruel punishment for playing on a swing that went around in a circle instead of backwards and forwards. You could say that I was off to a bad start.

 

I did get one wicket, though!! I managed to actually bowl straight, and the guy who was batting went for a six, but failed. The ball wet slap bang onto his shin-pad, meaning that his leg was before the wicket. I had no idea that this actually got people out, so I remained nonchalant at the beginning. Then my brother tackled me to the grass and cheered and the umpire raised a finger, which I recognised as the out symbol. After that I cheered, but still asked how I got him out. The umpire said an LBW (Leg Before Wicket). I the realised that his leg was blocking the wicket, which was punishable by being sent off the pitch. So yeah. That is my cricket story

The team's reaction

my reaction