I was named after one of the greatest men to be born. On the day of July 17th, in 1967, a man by the name of Robert Thornton was born in Scotland. This man has grown up to be one of the most successful darts players of his time. He has won countless different titles and has gladly accepted his fear-instilling nickname, The Thorn. I like to try to shape my game after his, and I credit all my athletic ability and smarts to my being named after him. Without the great genetics of the Thornton name, I honestly feel that I would not be the person I am today. I believe that is where I got all of my humorous jokes, my extreme work ethic to be the best I can be, and my amazingly pretty face.
I like to think that I was probably named after this man because my parents also knew of the great man Robert Thornton. From the stories, I've heard that every middle-aged family that tried to have kids in the early 2000s wanted their kid to grow up to be the next Robert Thornton. In the year 2001, there was a reported over 2,500 childbirths that had the name, Robert. Not only this, but there was also a skyrocket in legal name changes, with over 4,350 name changes being reported.
When my parents had me, they were probably thinking that if they named their kid after a professional, some of the luck may rub off onto me. Every day I would work hard. For almost 6 hours every day, I was working on my darts technique. I would read books about darts, read professionals biographies about how they became pro darts players, and I would even exchange calls with a few pros.
When in my young age, ranging from 7-10 years old, I was said to have a lot of potential to be on of the next greats in the dart community. But something changed that all. One day, when I was in the basement practicing, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my elbow. I tried to throw another dart, but I threw it with hardly enough power to reach the dartboard. All I could think to myself was that I couldn't tell my parents about this because they would be so disappointed in me. I tried to play through this injury, but I was never the same. Within a couple months, I was eventually back to square one; with the inability to play darts anymore.
To their dismay, even with all the practice I had put in and how much potential I had at a young age, I was never able to become a professional darts player like they wanted. After I had grown up into their disappointment, life has been a downhill slope for me ever since.
Author Notes: The sad life story of a young man named Robert Thornton. :(