Sport and me For the start, I want to mention that I have an asthenic body type and a very fast metabolism, in other words I have no muscles. That’s my excuse why I’m hopeless with any sports. My teacher of physical education at school used to call me a dreamy lily. However, I had made a few attempts to became a sportswoman until at last I realized it’s just not my area. My first experience was an athletic. In a few lessons, I learnt to jump over a vaulting buck and even started to climb up a rope while before I only could successfully cling to it. Unfortunately, it turned out our trainer was a drunk and stopped turn up on our lessons. My next try was skiing. My aunt’s family went on a cross-country skiing every winter weekend so I joined them. The place was hilly so half the time I was sliding down the hill on my backside. However, the way up the hill was even more “fun”. Normally you should speed down the hill in order to just slide up half the way up next hill then fast put your skies nearly perpendicularly and run remaining distance up the hill. In my case, I ended up on my backside or otherwise with my skies perpendicular not each other but horizon. So, I moved up the hill without my skies more often than not. However, after some practice I started to ski more or less successfully and even bought skies of my own few years ago. Nevertheless, I don’t use them very often. In this case my excuse is absence of snow for nearly all the winter for last few years. However, I didn’t lose hope and my last attempt turned out to be more or less successful. I took private swimming lessons. As a result, I not only acquired few swimming skills but also a habit to go to swimming pool more or less regularly. I’m not so hopeless after all I just needed to find my sport.