The Archer

To continue my story I wish to share an interesting moment of my early life. . As I am told I had a very close relationship with my father (I can barely remember anything at all from those times, as I was 5 when he died), and he from time to time would try to create different games for my and my brother to play. I have been told the story about " The Swing " a million times, and it makes me laugh every single time. This story contains building cranes, a swing, two kids and a worried family. One of my dad's ideas was to build a swing on a building crane, construction wasn't a very difficult task, and we "the kids" didn't need much convincing to jump straight to it. Keep in mind at that time I was probably around 4 and my brother around 2, probably we were even younger than that, not that it matters that much anyways. The swing was built quite quickly (as for everything that gets built quickly it probably isn't the best construction possible). ...

- My story begins 24 years ago, in April of '93. Born to two loving parents, a handsome wrestler (my father was state champion in wrestling in the years 86-87) and a very smart young lady who finished high school just a few years before having me. In those times my country was in a very shaky political position, we still weren't facing an outright war but the things that my countryman/woman had to endure those times were quite dramatic to say at the least. . . Being the first child in a family that wasn't poor by the standard of that time (my uncle prior to my birth had migrated to Germany and provided a good income for our family in Kosova) was quite a blessing. My whole family was very kind and would help me with anything I would need, sometimes even with things that I probably didn't need. A hard life for grown-ups but for me (and later '95 my brother, '97 my sister) it was a good life. Growing up with a very good athlete as a father means you are pushed to...