This weekend is my 30th high school reunion.
We were lined up in groups and were given a number to pin on the front of our shirt. I was accidentally given one of the other gals number. I turned and handed it to her and she did the same to me. This was a closed tryout where the judges “supposedly” did not know who we were. I knew who they were, so I did not have much faith in this concept.
We pranced our cute little selves into the gymnasium, ready to conquer the world.
I made it through the routine and quietly walked into the dressing room. Then, with tears in my eyes, I ran out of the gym, hopped into my brown station wagon and headed for home. (Hmmm!, another sign of my future – I drove a station wagon in high school – I was destined to have a large family!)
For the rest of the year, I often thought what would have happened if I didn’t trade numbers. Remember, the judges supposedly did not know who we were? The gal that I switched numbers with made drill team and went on to be captain or lieutenant or something like that. If only I was wearing her number?!
My mom knew me all to well when she gave me this gift for my 17th birthday.
I remember her saying it was VERY EXPENSIVE. Really?!? A 17 yr old with a necklace of scissors and thimbles? At the time, I was not to impressed. I have come to love this necklace not only because of the sewing motifs but because of my mom’s faith in me. Oh, I forgot to tell you she was one of the Temple Texas High Kickers team. From time to time she still likes to show us a high kick or two, just to impress the grand kids. However, she didn’t seem to care that I had failed as a high kicker but she was proud that I succeeded as an artist. Thanks Mom!
Don’t tell anyone but….. Traci, Sherri and a few others are going to put our artistic talents to work and shoe polish every one’s car in the parking lot. Those were the days!! Where has the time gone?