He remembers the first time he held a football, his fingers too small to grip the wide angles. It feels the same way now: brand new, terrifying. His fingers are fully grown, but the knuckles won't bend to the right degree. He aligns four stiff digits along the white grips using his other hand. He holds the ball for a moment before it falls to his lap. He tries again, succeeding for a few seconds longer. His eyebrows furrowed, he grabs it once more, pulling his shoulder back the way that used to feel so natural, and releases the ball into the air. It's not a perfect spiral, but he grins anyway.