Two related to accuracy when I was a kid:
From about 100 feet at dusk I chucked a rock at a phone pole and pegged it. My dad was with me and said “bet $20 you can’t do that again”
Chucked another and pegged it again.
Next was soccer. I wasn’t great but I also wasn’t awful. We were getting smeared by an older team we were scrimmaging against, coach had me as center mid field instead of forward or goalie.
Ball was being contended just ahead of midfield on the left side. It squirted out, and headed to me. I took a few strides forwards it, had no one to pass to and was not going to be able to dribble it up field.
I took at at the goal and kicked my hardest.
It had a high arch. The goalie looked ready to get it, but it came nearly straight down right in front of the goal crossbar, and the goalie wasn’t in a good enough position to jump high enough to block it. Very lucky kick and bad positioning of the goalie.
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