On a hot late summer day in upstate New York, I was doing what most other American kids were doing at the age of 5 - playing sloppy, chaotic soccer in the grass at a local field. Sitting on the bench, eating orange slices, not knowing how to put on my shin guards properly… classic 5-year-old stuff.
Oh, and sprinting ar…
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