I think I almost drove my mother into fits of frustration when she tried to teach me how to catch a baseball for the first time.
I had been signed up for little league at the tender age of about seven or eight, probably as a way for my single mom to get a little time in her day where she could entrust me to the supervision of others. She decided if I was going to be playing with other girls who were likely much more coordinated than me, it might be a good idea to give me the basics ahead of time.