Personal Essay: Life After Playdate

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When I was born, my 3 year old brother, Ronny, bored that I was not the playmate he envisioned, proposed to throw me down the garbage chute in our Manhattan high rise. When my younger brother, Nicky, arrived I held no animosity towards him. Sandwiched between 2 strong willed brothers, I am naturally inclined to get along with everyone. My mother loves to brag she had to maintain a waitlist of playdates for me; she claims I was the most sought after playdate. That’s my mom for you. We moved from Manhattan to Southern California when I was 6. My dad is very sports centric and baseball became our community. Since then I have moved onto tennis and captained my high school team since sophomore year. Where one sport relied on team work

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