Watching the Olympics earlier this month had me thinking about what could have been. Or at least what I dreamed about what could have been. You see, between the ages of 12-14 I dreamed of becoming an Olympic diver someday. That is until my vision failed me. That is until I missed the end of the spring board attempting one of my patented jackknife dives and crashed into the edge of the board carving a neat chunk of skin out of the length of my back.