Picked last.

Something about the title of the latest blog of supermanreturns brought back a childhood memory.

I'm sure many of you remember at school when you played sports when everyone was being picked for teams.

I'm sure that many of you might know what it feels like to constantly be picked last. Maybe you felt horrible about it and made you feel unwanted, at least in sports.

It was such a day when everyone was being picked for the team. I didn't disillusion myself. I didn't give myself any false hope that I'd be one of the earlier ones. I wasn't that enthusiastic about sports, anyway.

It was down to three people. Sarah and I and I can't remember who the other one was. I didn't really care if I was last or not and fully expected it. We were waiting  for the third-last person to be picked.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't Sarah.

'It's not fair, I'm always the last person to be picked!' Sarah screamed, bursting into tears. Some of the students rolled their eyes, her friends tried to comfort her.

'I'm knew I was going to be picked last,' she sobbed. 'I'm always picked last.'

I was still sitting there.

'Okay, let's start,' the teacher said. It was decided which team would be batting and which would be bowling. Sarah was still grumpy but had quieted down a little.

I was still sitting there, waiting to be picked.

The game started. I sat and quietly watched.

No one noticed.