Yesterday we played kickball at pack meeting with the cub scouts. I remembered something I did in grade school. I used to occasionally play kickball at recess. I wasn't good but I wasn't the worst. You know how you can request that the ball be pitched to you "slow and smooth" or "fast and bouncy"? Well, I like it slow and bouncy and I remembered that I used to say, "Slow and bouncy. . . " and then I would hold my foot up off the ground about four inches and say " . . . about yay high."
Ugh. Doesn't that just make you hate me? I actually thought it was a really cool thing to do. I wasn't a jock. No one knew me. I wasn't a personality in the class that everyone would listen to and care that I said "yay high." I never kicked home runs. Why did I say that? Sometimes I remember things about myself as a child that are endearing. But this just makes me want to tell myself, "Keep your head down, freak."