Despite being a boy, you were increadibly short and rather thin. Growing up in Canada, the cold didn't help you at all. Still, you played sports in school, despite everyone always teasing you about your height.

You were apart from the track team, you were unnaturally fast. Because of your speed, you managed to get into the 1st team in ice hocky. You were increadibly good, practicing almost every day. You were the fastest person on the ice, but your team didn't care. They still loved shoving you around and making fun of you.

Your mother hated you playing ice hockey. Before games, she would watch kids shove you around. She didn't see it as 'just playing', kids were hurting her baby boy.