I've always found the sports that we choose to play extremely telling of our lives. 

For all my life I've been raised an athlete, mainly because my parents felt that my brother's and my talent were too good to waste. So they had decided to enroll both of us into a middle school in our hometown Busan that was reputable for its sports activities, one that produced some of the country's best athletes. That was also where we met our best friend, and if you knew us, you would know that the three of us were inseparable despite the fact that we all played different sports.

It's hilarious actually, because if you have ever seen the three of us stroll down the school hallways, as we did everyday, your mind would complete a triangle formation in your head. I say this through seething teeth, but that's because while my parents endowed both my brother and I with superior genes for sports, they didn't do so well in terms of distributing our height. Standing at a whooping 1.87m, my brother Kim Mingyu just had to always stand in the middle of our trio. My best friend Jihoon, or as we liked to call him Woozi (for our Jihoon), suffered the same fate as me and lived a life of looking at things at a much lower angle than my brother's. He had it worse since he was a guy; so while I was still about 4cm shorter than him, I figured Jihoon begrudged my brother slightly more than I did for the 30cm difference. 

Yet I wouldn't say Jihoon had it tough though. Definitely not. Neither did my giraffe of a brother, despite always being too prominent in a crowd.

Because as much as my brother was the one walking between us, everyone in school knew that I was the one sandwiched between perfection. 

And that was exactly what I was talking about when I said the sports we played seemed to dictate the life stories we had.

My small frame made me a swift runner, something which I was immensely proud of. I was therefore on the track and field team, usually taking parts in short relays rather than the ling distance races. It's a bit embarrassing for me to admit this myself, but I was definitely the fastest runner on our middle school team. The number of medals that I swept for the school probably compensated for the Math grades, and thankfully my Math teacher was also in-charge of the track and