OK, I'll start. So, I am called "fencersmother" for good reason: all four of my kids were fencers (as in sword fighting), some great at it, some good, all sound and enjoyed it. So, why did my kids start fencing? Because my crazy twins took apart the volleyball set and were jumping off my porch roof, "fencing" each other ala Darth Mal from STarWars. Really, I am no shrinking violet but that did seem a tad dangerous, ya know? Plus, as many of you know, we were a homeschooling family and we needed an "organized sport" to fulfill a fuzzy state requirement. The local SD wouldn't allow homeschoolers on their sports teams (or band), and this seemed like a sport they all could do at the same time, so no soccer for this one on Thur & Sat, with tennis for that one on MWF, and ... you get the idea. So, we drove 45 miles every day to fencing, then to tournaments, then .... well, you get the idea. So, your turn. We all have kids with amazing stories: how did your kid get that black belt? How did your child end up playing the tuba? How did your child sell his computer business at age 17 for $5 million? How did your 15 year old wind up swimming champ? How did your son keep from blowing up the house with his chem set? How did your daughter get into physics club and win the state prize?