Growing up the youngest of twelve children there were important decisions to be made for a young girl like me. Things like who washes or dries the dishes, which of us would clean the bathroom or vacuum the floors or which one of us would cook dinner. Most of our responsibilities were tied to inside the family home and NONE of them appealed to me. With seven brothers roaming around playing football, basketball, and baseball the options became much more appealing. Do I stay inside the house and do the expected work of the girls or do I take my energy outside and play ball. Really it wasn’t even a competition of choices. Let’s play ball! My brothers inspired my sense of competition and fair play. I learned how to throw, catch and hit any kind of ball and I did so with confidence and determination. My competitive spirit carried into my school life as well. In grade school, I was determined to run faster than any boy, throw the ball a country mile and hit that ball out of the park. When it came time for my classmates to choose teammates, I wanted to be chosen right along with the boys. I never wanted to be second best in sports.