But... for now, I'll do one... I'm going to show you a picture from my high school graduation... yeah, that was a couple of years ago... well, okay a little over 30 years ago. Wow... I'm feelin' old.
Anyway.... here I am:
|Wow... such a baby....|
- I was captain of the volleyball team.
- I was head cheerleader.
- I was homecoming queen.
- I was valedictorian.
- I went to a private, Christian school.
- There were only 13 in my graduating class... eight girls and five guys...
- We couldn't dance (sinful).
- My parents wouldn't let me go to movies (also sinful). (I think my senior year I finally got to go to G-rated movies... One night my friends all went with me to Song of the South... remember "Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah"?... Those were some good friends.)
- Our family didn't play cards, either... except Rook... I called it Baptist Poker.
- I went to school with a lot of juvenile delinquents and not-so-normal kids...
|Nice, modest, long skirts... oh, and long sleeves... and turtlenecks.|
The boys just lusted after our calves... while we shook our pom poms.
I'd like to think I turned out fairly normal in spite of all of that...
One day, a few years ago, my mom said, "Why did that Debbie girl always pick her nose? And why was she so weird? Didn't she know she wasn't normal?"
I said, "She thought she was normal..."
My mom said, "What?"
"Well," I said, "she thought she was normal. Everyone thinks they're normal... I think I'm normal. You think you're normal..."
To which my mom replied incredulously, "You mean I'm not?!"
Exactly my point.
Maybe I didn't turn out as normal as I think I did...