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I
like sport activities. I can’t seat on the place. Among members
of my family I have reputation of a sportsman. I’m going in for
sport from the early childhood. Skiing, skating, cycling, tennis, football,
athletic – I tried everything. When I was seventeen I even visited
box section. My mother wanted that I was developed and occupied with
something useful instead of idling about with the wrong crowd. Sport was everything for me and it is. I always thought that I would go in
for sport at professional level. I even took part in a basketball team
at college and wanted continue my sport career, but to my surprise,
my mother was against it. She considered that it was a bad idea. She
said that at forty I wouldn’t be so popular and as a good boy
I obeyed. But I didn’t regret. I’m still going in for sport,
jogging in the morning, cycling, visiting fitness clubs, and pools
and so on. And I have the necessary equipment as well.
Every friends and relatives are aware of my hobbies. And at holidays they
try to present me only things that are related to sport. It is clothes,
shoes, some equipment, like tennis rackets or skateboard. But once upon
a time my Uncle Stanford and Aunt Samantha presented me shoes for climbing.
It was unusual, because I had never interested in climbing before. It was
almost the only kind of sport I wasn’t keen on and it was mystery
for me. It is always interesting to me to break new ground. And without
any hesitation I decided to try on this kind of sport. I signed up to climbing
school, bought the necessary equipment and began going in for climbing.
At this school were not only amateurs, but also professional sportsmen.
Mostly they trained at the fresh air, I mean at natural rocks, but I prefer
not to risk with my life, besides school’s fake rocks was rather
suitable for me. With a great pleasure I visited climbing school after
work. This kind of activity gave me some freedom; I had a pleasant feeling
when I reached the pick of the rock. I felt strong. Once, filling strong
of reaching the pick, my foot slid off. Everything will be OK, if only
fastener of rope didn’t break. But it was my fault I had been told
that the equipment is to be changed once half a year, but I’ve forgotten.
And my bad memory led me to the hospital. But I’m not failing. I
will get better soon and continue climbing, so failures and traumas will
never stop me.
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