I started because I just started. iIt was the normal thing to do! To run around. To get bumped and tussled. To make big air swings and hope no one saw. To come up in hives from generally just rolling around in the grass. It started and it felt good so I kept on doing it. Certainly I had a natural propensity for sport and was offered a lot of oppertunitites because of that. But I wasn’t good at everything I tried and didn’t like everything either. I mean, kids can be so cruel, and nothing will put you off going back to ballet like being taunted for, albeit mysteriously, having dog poo on your ballet tu-tu (true story, don’t ask me how it got there). But with the mix of habit, that racing heart feeling, the challenge and the friends I made along the way, sport has helped me in endless ways and likely in ways I will never see.