Recently I was reading a friend's (from High School) blog. In it she had a video of her little ones doing some of our old cheers. After leaving a comment about getting a good laugh from that, I started thinking back to the time when we were in High School.
Yes folk, what you may not no about me is that I was a cheerleader. Before you look at me in awe & wonder
, please remember that I went to a school of about 80 kids. Being a cheerleader took no talent whatsoever other than being able to keep a beat (although sometimes that was even questionable). I laugh at me during that time & if truth be told, am even horribly embarrassed. However, at the time I remember thinking that it was a huge deal. In fact at 16 everything seemed like a big deal.So, give me my stretch marked, saggy, "where-did-my-waist-line-go?" body. I would not trade my life now for anything (especially the years 1986-1991).
2 comments:
What's even worse is looking at some of the pictures from that era. Did we actually wear those clothes, have those haircuts, and think we were cool? In some ways it's a good thing I was stuck in Grand Marais...my stellar fashion sense would have been eaten alive in the real world.
What a let down... I was hoping you would at least post a photo of yourself posing with pom-poms. :)
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