Happy Father’s Day!


From the Field

Today’s blog post is written by Rachel Goodman, an intern at PeacePlayers International’s headquarters in Washington, D.C. 

When I was about 3 years old, my parents enrolled me in dance lessons. But unlike a lot of little girls, ballet didn’t interest me much. When the instructor would ask us to plié or work on our leaps in front of the class, I refused. But there was my father, at every lesson, to help me along — doing pliés and leaping across the studio in front of my fellow preschoolers. To this day, my old dance teacher talks about how my father was the best dancer in my class.

11203472_873012779451909_1497814711_n That one time I smiled during dance class — my dad seems pleasantly surprised.

So dance wasn’t for me; but basketball definitely was. When there was no league for girls my age, my parents had no qualms about signing me up for the boy’s…

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