If you know me personally, you know I don’t have a lot of height. Linda will tell you I’m just plain short or petite, if you want to use more polite language. I’m thinking Barbara might have noticed that, too. GRIN
I was always the shortest kid in my class, ALWAYS, even when I became a teacher for 6th grade one year. A few of the 3rd graders I taught were as tall as I was.
While I was in elementary school, I was a regular little monkey. I climbed trees and played on the “monkey bars”, sometimes called a jungle gym. I hung by my knees and, of course, hung onto bars at all heights. I even stood on the top bars. There were no helmets. I marvel that I never fell!
I loved softball, but I hit the best pop fly balls and slung my bat far enough to be an automatic out. I wasn’t a fast runner with my short legs. I did warm a few benches. Needless to say, I was chosen last for team sports and athletic games at school, too. I did “whup ass” at academic games! I was a little geek.
I was so slow at chasing the cutest boy to kiss him, I was last to get to the group supposedly kissing the boy. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d caught that cute boy.
HOWEVER, I was the most important person for a certain game! “Pick up Marvella” was a popular game on my school playground. One kid would decide to pick me up and announce it. I was a tiny critter, so almost anyone could lift me from the ground.
“SEE, I can pick Marvella up!” was the challenge. For a while I struggled against being lifted off the ground. I kicked with my dangling tiny feet and managed a few strikes on knees or ankles, but that deterred no one. I finally decided to just be dead weight, for all the good that did.
That was NOT my favorite game, but I was the main person or object. HMMMM.
I decided not to use this story in my comedy routine Saturday!
Sorry I have missed my turn blogging! I’ve just been working 7 days a week and forgot to post! I sent out writing lessons every week this for January and will create a course for February!