It all started when I was about thirteen years old and I was invited to my cousin's house for the weekend. The day was exciting and the sky was blue and full of clouds. By the time I arrived there, they were already outside playing smear the queer which was a game when one person had a football and the other people would try to knock them down and take the ball and run. Realizing that they needed an extra player, I quickly put my bags down in the house and ran outside overwhelmed with joy. I grabbed the football, ran as fast as possible, and ran right into my cousin and boom he laid me flat on my back. He started to laugh, took the ball, and began to run again. My face felt like a prune as I hit the dirt and took...