In my youth I always wished for longer legs.
(As if miraculously they would just lengthen overnight!) I felt quite certain that if I had longer legs I would be much happier. Looking back through the years I realize how silly that was. But as a young teenage girl I always felt inadequate because of my short legs. I don't think it helped my self esteem that my Mom always told me I had football legs! I know that this is random. It's not even a shocking revelation of my youth or even fascinating but it is a memory that I have. Brought back today after trying on summer wear at the mall today! Lately I feel the need to write my life. To pen the feelings and memories before they escape me completely. How I wish with all my heart that I had a book of stories from my parents, a personal memoir of their lives. Memories fade and the stories of our lives become tough to recall. Just today my daughter asked me the question "Mom, do you remember when?" For the life of me I could not place that memory that she recalled so vividly. Many times I have started a journal only to tuck in in a drawer incomplete ... soon forgotton. I hope to do better. We all have a story to tell and no matter how silly or unexciting- someday our children will want to read them!
I found these pictures of days long gone by when I wore shorty shorts at cheerleading camp. My Mom was right- I did have football legs! I am the third one down from the top.
(Me on the bottom trying to fake the splits!)
I still wish I had longer legs. I am always looking for that miracle pill! After complainging to one of my friends about my short legs she told me that I didn't make that pact with the devil- she told me I must have stood in line for the hair. Dangit what was I thinking, I want those long legs!