Most people would laugh when I tell them that my parents used to call me speed, but for me it was more of an encouraging name that they used to call me. I don't usually tell people that my parents called me this because it sounded weird or unusual, because if you were to tell someone that your parents called you "speed" then they would most likely look at you like their crazy. They would only call me that when I had games or meets and surprisingly it actually helped.
When I was younger I used to play t-ball and track, both including running. I wasn't all that good at t-ball because I was shorter than most other players which technically means I was slower, same goes for track. But as I got older I started to practice running. After awhile, I was still shorter than most of the players but I eventually got better and faster. Whenever my coaches or parents called me that I look back to when I wasn't as fast and reflect on the progress I have made. When I would be running and the ball was getting to the base faster than me or people were passing me on the track, I would listen for my parents shouting my nickname. It would bring me to a place of support and love, knowing that my parents were there to help me. It was as if they were right beside me the whole time.
Speedster or speed is no longer my nickname nor do my parents still call me that because as I grew older it became a silly nickname, but it always had some weird special meaning to me. Whenever I look back to the times they used to call me this it brings me joy because it allows me to reflect to a time when I was little. It also reminds me when I would play t-ball and track and how much I used to enjoy it. I now love to run for fun or in competitions. Although I had a hard time with running before and hated it, it's now one of my favorite things to do. My parents always shouted "Speed Speed!" when I was running, so whenever I'm running from base to base or on a tack I listen for my parents voice of encouragement.
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