This was the true dream of every little girl around my age. Standing in front of the band, twirling for the crowds – maybe, maybe even FIRE BATONS, where they’d turn out the stadium lights for max effect.
I tried hard at an early age with a baton – but my arms were so short, I’d just bop myself in the head when I tried to twirl. (That probably explains a lot of behavior quirks later on in life).
I was a pom-pom girl, which really saved me from the embarrassment of P.E. See, my dad was a coach, so for some reason, people thought I’d have athletic ability. No. My one claim to fame was to be able to stand up straight and run under the volleyball net.
But I made our freshman P.E. teacher’s day – Mrs. Willis loved nothing more than making me do all the basketball ‘jump balls’ against country girls of Amazonian proportions. She’d laugh herself silly every time. Glad I could help!
