During dessert, rude conversation was silenced by the appearance of our hosts’ young daughter. Five years old and insomniac, she had stomped through to the adults to stand on tiptoe and whisper into her mother’s ear that she did not want to go to her pre-school’s athletics day tomorrow.
We were sympathetic. Most of us had disliked the sporting events we had endured during our childhoods. No matter how nurturing and supportive our parents or teachers had been, we had all feared failure.